Roger McGuinn - King Of The Hill lyrics

rate me

L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window

The night air is cold, the freeway is clear

In a green Gucci bag are your prized possessions

The jewels of your mind to hold back the fear

And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the King of the Hill

The driveway is long, your princess is lovely

Your servants all wait for your knock on the door

How many years will you crawl through this castle?

So satisfied and still wanting more

And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the King of the Hill, yeah

The guests have arrived with all the right faces

But you miss the ball in that room down the hall

It's sunrise again, the driveway is empty

The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the wall

And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the King of the Hill

And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the King of the Hill

Yes, you feel like the King of the Hill

Ah, you feel like the King of the Hill

Yes, you feel like the King of the Hill