Текст песни Ryan Matthew - The Dead Girl
Ryan Matthew - The Dead Girl слова песни
The dead girl mopes through a dead sceneWith a cross-stitched lip she`s picking at the seamShe`s got bravado she says she`s beenFeatured in a few magazinesNow outside the bar Hank is straddling a police carHis fingers are purple and numb from circling a crow barWell twenty-four years have made it clear that things ain`t ever what theyappearHe saysI won`t be going easilyNo I won`t be going lightlyAnd I won`t be going peacefullyNo I won`t be going innocentlyA sweet drink spiked with a speedballA twenty-foot ladder and a ninety-foot wallDark shadows are gathering and swaggering down the hallAnd I knowI won`t be going easilyNo I won`t be going lightlyAnd I won`t be going peacefullyNo I won`t be going innocentlyI won`t be going easilyNo I won`t be going lightlyAnd I won`t be going peacefullyNo I won`t be going cleanly