We came down by the factory
Industrial yarns where my father did work
When I was a boy I went too far

I lost the tread in the darkest of space
If I become antique you'll collect me
If I become cheap then youâÂ?Â?ll respect me

My jumper is soaked in pig's blood
I'm coming out looking for you
If you pull a hatchet I'll pull something to match it

How about your wife? I will give her a good life
My vehicle is in your drive
Hey, I'm not that low

The wolves came on the radio
Transmitted through a portal
In the snowy Atlas mountains