We came down by the factorynindustrial yards where my father did worknWhen I was a boy, I went too farnI lost the thread in the darkest of spacenIf I become antique, you collect menIf I become cheap, then you'll respect menMy jumper is soaked in pig's bloodnI'm coming out, looking for younIf you pull a hatchetnI'll pull something to match itnHow about your wife?nI will give her a good lifenMy vehicle is innyour drivenHey, I'm not that lownThe wolves came on the radiontransmitting through a portalnin the snowy atlas mountainsn