Ryan Matthew The Dead Girl
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