L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window The night air is cold, the freeway is clear In a green Gucci bag are your 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 © GONE GATOR MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com