Hostage

There's a room around a man
his eyes are gleaming
His arms around me,
One hand in my hair, the other on a gun
You look scared

Back off, or someone will die
Back off, or someone will die
Back off, or someone will die

He has me by the hair
He drags me down the hall
Falling up a flight of stairs

You never run away, oh to be you
You never run away, oh to be you

Back off, or someone will die
Back off, or someone will die

He's a pretty little girl
He's my father
One way or another
He'll get hurt
And talking him down is like making it rain
And oh, I'm dry
When all I've got is hurt or hurtful
I don't feel like sharing
It doesn't mean that I don't care

You never run away, oh to be you
You never run away, oh to be you

Oh I can run away, I run away real good
Maybe I should've when I had the strenght
A winner never stuck with anything he couldn't do
What is my way
To heaven

To heaven
To heaven
To heaven, to heaven, to heaven
To heaven

You never run away, oh to be you
You never run away, oh to be you

Back off, or someone will die
You never run away
Back off, or someone will die
Oh, to be you.