A child was born in Bethlehem The son of a steel worker, a union man He grew up tall and he grew up strong And when he came of age, all the steel was gone Gone to China, to Vietnam There's no more steel left in Bethlehem He wants gold There's no more steel left in Bethlehem Save our soul 'Cause there's no more steel left in Bethlehem A reckless kid, wants to use his hands He's got a real quick trigger and some new demands He grows up fast, and he grows up free And when he comes around, he finds there's no more steel So shaken, to his knees He's got the same old rocket and a new disease And he won't take it, on his neck He's got the red hot whiskey, he's got no respect He wants gold There's no more steel left in Bethlehem Save our soul 'Cause there's no more steel left in Bethlehem We want gold 'Cause there's no more steel left in Bethlehem Save our soul 'Cause there's no more steel left in Bethlehem Wanna put your faith in the government But there's no more steel left in Bethlehem Try to get them back, say a quick amen But there's no more steel left in Bethlehem We want gold