Snowy Atlas Mountains

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