Lyric Dead Man s Curve

I was cruising in my Sting-Ren late one night,
when an XKE pulled up on the right.
He pulled down the window of his shiny new jag,
and challenged me then and there to a drag.
I said "You re on buddy, my mills runnin fine, let s come off the line now at Sunset and Vine.
I ll go you one better if you ve got the nerve, lets race all the way to Dead Man s Curve. "

Ooh ooh ooh Deadman s Curve
ooh ooh ooh Deadman s Curve
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The street was desserted late friday night
We were buggin eachother while we sat at the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green-
you should ve heard the whine from my screamin machine

I flew passed the Brea swamps and crescent heights,
and all that Jag could see were my 6 tail lights.
He passed me at DeMeanie and I started to swerve.
I pulled her out and there we were at Deadman s Curve.

Ooh ooh ooh

"Well the last thing I remember doc, I started to swerve"
"And then I saw the jag slide into the curve..I ll never forget that horrible sight."
"And this I found out for myelf: that everyone was right."

Won t come back from Deadman s Curve
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