King Of The Hill Lyrics - Singles - Roger Mcguinn

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 while 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...