Lyrics King Of The Hill - Roger McGuinn

King Of The Hill

L.A.'s asleep — you roll up your window
The night air is cold — the freeway is clear.
In a green Gucci bag — are you 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…
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…