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
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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 clean