You know I never got used to the desert touchdown
Every time that big bird rolls in
They try to get the wheels on the ground
Way out west that Freo wind rolls in from the sea
I'm spittin' Hail Marys back in row 53
‘Cause I'm working
Seventeen years on the FIFO
Old man Chevron, he's got it all figured out
I love the money
I don't know what I'd do without
My beer and my cigarettes,
My little cabin in the sand
Half way between hell and nowhere
Remote control in my hand
I been working
Seventeen years on the FIFO
I get so lonely
Feels like my nerve is gonna break
Two weeks in two weeks out
How much more can I take?
You gotta watch it
When your thoughts turn in the dark
You never know what's going on in somebody's head
Until they tear the place apart
I been working
Seventeen years on the FIFO