Ohh...
Let me...go.
Sweet dreams are made of screams
Those who`ve lost their minds
Will disagree
You travel the world
On his seven teeth
Everybody's looking for someone
And they`ve found you 
And they`ve found you 
And they`ve found you 
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of screams
The [bad word] ones just
Won`t let you sleep
They`ll crawl on your walls
And they`ll spread their disease
Everyone of them`s looking for someone