Snowy Atlas Mountains

We came down by the factory industrial yards 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, you collect me If I become cheap, then you'll 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 will 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 --- Snowy Atlas Mountains - Fionn Regan