Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.
Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.
Since eighty-three they didn’t ask me where the hell I’m goin’ without guarantees.
Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.
 
I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three.
I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three.  
While people flee with there Christmas trees and I am goin’ where the wind is blowin’ me.
I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three. 
 
There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.
There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.
And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.
Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.
 
Twenty-three with a past to strange for me.
Twenty-three with a past to strange for me.
The bad times to me left scars and fleas and the good times they’ve left; missing all my dreams. 
In the Twenty-three with a past to strange for me. 
 
There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.
There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.
And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.
Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.
 
Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view. 
Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view. 
Coz you sing your song ‘sweet glory hallelujah’ with your hands up high but it meant nothing to ya!
Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view.      
 
There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.
There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.
And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.
Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.