Dreamstealers - Keywest

When I was a boy maybe 10 years old\nMy father sat me down and this is what he told me\n«Son, you only get what you give in this life»\nSo keep your head in the books and out of the clouds\nOld fashioned work never let anyone down\nA good man, always stands up when something ain’t right\nBut now I got debt up to my eyeballs\nAnd I can’t afford a house\nI feel out of place the world has changed\nSince my father sat me down\nAnd I feel lost\nI feel hopeless\nI had plans, I had dreams, but they’ve been stolen\nSo what’s the cost\nOf this so-called progress\nCos it seems to me you let families go homeless\nYou’re just dreamstealers\nUp on Capitol Hill\nDream, dream, dreamstealers\nWell, I break my back for the man each day\nDoing maximum work and getting minimum wage\nCos the poor man’s cash always flows uphill\nSo I drink whiskey to numb my brain\nAnd I take pills to fall asleep\nIt’s the same old shit on a different day\nAbout seven days a week\nAnd I feel lost\nI feel hopeless\nI had plans, I had dreams, but they’ve been stolen\nSo what’s the cost\nOf this so-called progress\nCos it seems to me you let families go homeless\nYou’re just dreamstealers\nUp on Capitol Hill\nDream, dream, dreamstealers\nOh, you’re just dreamstealers\nUp on Capitol Hill\nDream, dream, dreamstealers