Steeltown By Big Country.

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Here I stand with my own kin

At the end of everything

Finaly 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 boddies

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 to 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 corage 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

Finaly 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



>From the L.P./Cassette "Steeltown