When the smokestacks came down And wrapped their dirty arms around this mill town And the old men with grey beards Drank and smoked and choked until the morning And from miles around, you could hear the sounds Of the factory lights and the nights and the babies crying Under western skies – morning turns to night Under factory lights – people give their lives Then she walked in, with the fur coat That her old man bought at a second hand store And he saw her there, beneath a neon sign Her face was old and cold and looked like leather Well he washed ashore in this dirty town The stink of bloodhound still on his a** Under western skies – morning turns to night Under factory lights – people give their lives Bloodhounds, freeways, treetops Frozenhead – I'll miss you Frozenhead – I loved you