I work the pipeline on the North Slope
"Coldfoot" they call it, south of Prudhoe Bay
Seven days on, seven days off, that's a rule
And when I get my paycheck, gonna spend it all on her

She's a barmaid in a canteen
Keep us going nearly eighteen hours a day
Out there in the cold I listen to my radio playin'
When I get home, shovel snow 'til my teeth'd hurt

We were wasted, we had tastd
Fruits of love for nights that lasted weeks
We were wasted, never lasted
To see the next daybreak

So on Sundays we'd fly on down to Phoenix
Wine and the crystal and the dust keep us occupied
And I'd fall on here and pin her to the sofa
In the penthouse of some chic downtown hotel

'Cause we were wasted

I was readin' in the Sunday paper
how it's open now, pumpin a million barrels a day
And that poor girl must still be out there
Lookin' for another frozen heart

We were wasted...

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