Snowy Atlas Mountains

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 thread in the darkest of space

If I become antique then you'll collect me

If I become cheap then you'll respect me

My jumper is soaked in pigs 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

Transmitting through a portal in the snowy Atlas mountains