The Dead Girl lyrics

The dead girl mopes through a dead scene
With a cross-stitched lip she`s picking at the seam
She`s got bravado she says she`s been
Featured in a few magazines

Now outside the bar Hank is straddling a police car
His fingers are purple and numb from circling a crow bar
Well twenty-four years have made it clear that things ain`t ever what they
appear
He says

I won`t be going easily
No I won`t be going lightly
And I won`t be going peacefully
No I won`t be going innocently

A sweet drink spiked with a speedball
A twenty-foot ladder and a ninety-foot wall
Dark shadows are gathering and swaggering down the hall
And I know

I won`t be going easily
No I won`t be going lightly
And I won`t be going peacefully
No I won`t be going innocently

I won`t be going easily
No I won`t be going lightly
And I won`t be going peacefully
No I won`t be going cleanly