The Dead Girl

<br>The dead girl mopes through a dead scene<br>With a cross-stitched lip she`s picking at the seam<br>She`s got bravado she says she`s been<br>Featured in a few magazines<br>Now outside the bar Hank is straddling a police car<br>His fingers are purple and numb from circling a crow bar<br>Well twenty-four years have made it clear that things ain`t ever what they<br>appear<br>He says<br>I won`t be going easily<br>No I won`t be going lightly<br>And I won`t be going peacefully<br>No I won`t be going innocently<br>A sweet drink spiked with a speedball<br>A twenty-foot ladder and a ninety-foot wall<br>Dark shadows are gathering and swaggering down the hall<br>And I know<br>I won`t be going easily<br>No I won`t be going lightly<br>And I won`t be going peacefully<br>No I won`t be going innocently<br>I won`t be going easily<br>No I won`t be going lightly<br>And I won`t be going peacefully<br>No I won`t be going cleanly