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 
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 
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