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