Roger McGuinn - King of the Hill lyrics

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 j**els 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 k** 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 round - there's a high lonesome sound And she follows you down for the k** And a while blinding light - makes it all seem so right And you feel like the king of the hill 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 k** And a while blinding light - makes it all seem so right And you feel like the king of the hill