Rough Trade - Hostage lyrics

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