"Hostage" lyrics - ROUGH TRADE

It was hell on the streets, cops
Barricades and dogs
You grabbed me on the corner, sure I was a goner
I fought like a spitfire
My life flashed by
You held me your prisoner
I tried to resist ya
Stunning me with a stinging slap
Your grip was tight as a steel trap
Oh God, I was your hostage

Your eyes were filled with hate as you dragged
Me through the police lines
When you cot me alone I prayed you weren't
Completely deranged
I fought like a spitfire
My life flashed by
You held me your prisoner
I tried to resist ya
You pulled me onto your lap then you
Laughed a nervous laugh
Oh God, I was your hostage

You had your gun out
You had your gun out
You had your gun out
I opened my mouth
You had your gun out