We came down by the factory Industrial yarns where my father did work When I was a boy I went to far I lost the tread in the darkest of space If I become antique you'll collect me If I become cheap then you will 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'll 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