Here I stand with my own kin   At the end of everything   Finally the dream has gone   I've nothing left to hang upon      I came here with all my friends   Leaving behind the wait of years   Leaving alone in a flood of tears   Out on a prospect that never ends      All the landscape was the mill   Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell   With a river of bodies flowing with the bell   Here was a future for hands of hell      We built it all with our own hands   But who could know we built on sand   But now it's barren all too soon   There's no miracle in ruin      We set the flame and it burned so blue   With open eyes I watched it grow   A sea of palms in an ocean of snow   Hands with the courage to start anew      Here was a home for the lost and scared   Out of the yards and dry docks   The call of the steel that would never stop   There was a refuge for those who dared      In a steeltown, when the heat's on   I went down and the heat turned on me   In a steeltown, when the heat's on   I went down and the heat turned on me      And here I stand with my own kin   At the end of everything   Finally the dream has gone   I've nothing left to hang upon      In a steeltown, when the heat's on   I went down and the heat turned on me   In a steeltown, when the heat's on   I went down and the heat turned on me      In a steeltown, when the heat's on   I went down and the heat turned on me