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
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…