Grip in Hand Songtext
von Asphalt Horsemen

People who live
Under the sunshine
Just as free as the first made man
Pick up a battle
Then open a bottle
If the cup′s still full of sand

People who hide
In the shadows
Dreamin' of endless time
Strolling on fields
Gather all fragrance
Their home under the sky

Where ever they go
On their savage road to kill
No matter what they see
Just never, never turn your back on me .yeah!


Aah, it makes me wonder
How can you bow your head to swines
Ohh, should note one thing
In the desert there′s no path

People who share
Their cigar and drinks
Walk on the trail of common sin

Nobody knows
Their angel faces
Only the grip in the hand

Where ever they go
On their savage road to kill
No matter what they see
Just never, never turn your back on me .yeah!

Aah, it makes me wonder
How can you bow your head to swines
Ohh, should note one thing
In the desert there's no path

Aah, six feet under
A traitor deserves to die
Ohh, you'd never thought that
You said your last prayer tonight