Sidewind the car through the mountains
Taking photos of the sky
The radio is low and it's so difficult
To focus through the static and the snow
Scouting out locations looking for a destination
Where I can't be reached by telephone
King of the hill, test of the will
Stray from the path, no turning back
Over a mile we climb
Building heaven on a field of stone
Under the weather by the end of September
We are waiting for the golden hour
King of the hill, goes for the k**
Calling all the shots, coming out on top
Hail to the chief, playing for keeps
Step on the weak, long live the king
Inside the dream factory
Hiding out behind the scenes
After the war leave a year on the floor
Cutting through 200 hours or more
Slowly we go 40 meg in the hole
And this time I'm in complete control
King of the hill, runs up the bill
He's shooting blanks, breaking the bank
Losing the crown, on the way down
Losing the faith, at heaven's gate
Static and snow, complete control
Transfer of power, in the golden hour
Make the final cut, letting out the blood
Take careful aim and bring down the king