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