Roger McGuinn, Tom Petty - King of the Hill lyrics
[Roger McGuinn, Tom Petty - King of the Hill lyrics]
LA'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 '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
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 '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