Blink-182 - Dead Man's Curve lyrics

I was cruising in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on the right
And rolled down the window of
His shiny new Jag
And challenged me then and there to a drag
I said, "you're on, buddy
My mill's running fine
Let's come off the line, now
At Sunset and Vine i'll go you one better if
You've got the nerve

Let's race all the way to dead man's curve
Dead man's curve dead man's curve
Won't come back from dead man's curve

The street was deserted late Friday night
We were bugging each other while
We sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when
The light turned green
You should heard the whine
From my screaming machine
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's
And Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see
Were my six taillights
He passed me at Doheny then
I started to swerve

But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead man's curve

Well, the last thing I remember, Doc
I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for
Myself that everyone was right

Won't come back from dead man's curve
Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve