Heavy metal bossmen
In prisons that they build
Big fat fish in a little pond
Squirming in their filth
Sign up for the sugar
You're sure to get a shock
Everybody hears the song
And ends up on the rocks
Working like a goddamn drop-dead dog
Running from the hounds of Hell
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
They're poisonous and toxic
But nobody says a word
They're racist sexist idiots
Who rule their tiny world
Shake hands with the devil
And she'll strip your very skin
Pay you in exposure
And charge the suckers in
Fighting like a lion for a crown of gold
Twisting on a bed of nails
Shoot the monkey off your back
Fight the power take it back
You've got the mic now have your say
Who will make these bastards pay?
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
Dream stealer
You'll never set me free
Grief dealer
Money man,
Get your dirty hands off me
Gama Bomb - Dreamstealer Lyrics
Gama Bomb - Dreamstealer Lyrics
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Heavy metal bossmen
In prisons that they build
Big fat fish in a little pond
Squirming in their filth
Sign up for the sugar
You're sure to get a shock
Everybody hears the song
And ends up on the rocks
Working like a goddamn drop-dead dog
Running from the hounds of Hell
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
They're poisonous and toxic
But nobody says a word
They're racist sexist idiots
Who rule their tiny world
Shake hands with the devil
And she'll strip your very skin
Pay you in exposure
And charge the suckers in
Fighting like a lion for a crown of gold
Twisting on a bed of nails
Shoot the monkey off your back
Fight the power take it back
You've got the mic now have your say
Who will make these bastards pay?
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
Dream stealer
You'll never set me free
Grief dealer
Money man,
Get your dirty hands off me
In prisons that they build
Big fat fish in a little pond
Squirming in their filth
Sign up for the sugar
You're sure to get a shock
Everybody hears the song
And ends up on the rocks
Working like a goddamn drop-dead dog
Running from the hounds of Hell
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
They're poisonous and toxic
But nobody says a word
They're racist sexist idiots
Who rule their tiny world
Shake hands with the devil
And she'll strip your very skin
Pay you in exposure
And charge the suckers in
Fighting like a lion for a crown of gold
Twisting on a bed of nails
Shoot the monkey off your back
Fight the power take it back
You've got the mic now have your say
Who will make these bastards pay?
Dream stealer
Your hands are so cold
Grief dealer
A price on every soul
Dream stealer
You'll never set me free
Grief dealer
Money man,
Get your dirty hands off me
Writer: Dominic Dixon, John Roche, Joseph McGuigan, Philip Byrne
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp
Performed By: Gama Bomb
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Dominic Dixon, John Roche, Joseph McGuigan, Philip Byrne