When I was a boy maybe 10 years old My father sat me down and this is what he told me "Son, you only get what you give in this life" So keep your head in the books and out of the clouds Old fashioned work never let anyone down A good man, always stands up when something ain't right But now I got debt up to my eyeballs And I can't afford a house I feel out of place the world has changed Since my father sat me down And I feel lost I feel hopeless I had plans, I had dreams, but they've been stolen So what's the cost Of this so-called progress Cos it seems to me you let families go homeless You're just dreamstealers Up on Capitol Hill Dream, dream, dreamstealers Well, I break my back for the man each day Doing maximum work and getting minimum wage Cos the poor man's cash always flows uphill So I drink whiskey to numb my brain And I take pills to fall asleep It's the same old shit on a different day About seven days a week And I feel lost I feel hopeless I had plans, I had dreams, but they've been stolen So what's the cost Of this so-called progress Cos it seems to me you let families go homeless You're just dreamstealers Up on Capitol Hill Dream, dream, dreamstealers Oh, you're just dreamstealers Up on Capitol Hill Dream, dream, dreamstealers