Bruce Hornsby Twelve Tone Tune - King Of The Hill Lyrics

Twelve Tone Tune - King Of The Hill Lyrics

I'm leaning on a rail

Letting my eyes roam over the plain

I'm laughing on my break

Feeling like a captive on a long chain

Watch the people pick up sticks

Big boss man cracks his whip

It's serious but we laugh to keep from crying

Spouting out the company line

Everything here's just fine

He says he cares about me but he's lying

Up, up in the big house

The king of the hill.



I'm watching the boss man

Talking to his sister with the dirty hands

They sit, cussing at the rules

Wishing they could lose me as fast as they can

He's got me in the roughest rig

He thinks I took his brother's gig

People say they've got the game rigged

His daddy gave him everything

A job and a house and his earring

Why does he think that I'm so threatening, so bad

And up, up in the big house

King of the hill

And there, driving the big cat, king of the hill



I'm over in my space

Swatting bugs, sweat stains rolling down my face

I'm trying not to drink

Knowing I've got to roll out of this place

Watch the people pick up bricks

King of the hill with his nightstick

Caught up in accounting tricks

Throw a bone to the poor hicks

Got some candy, take a lick

Great white hope, shooting bricks

Time to let us all share the wealth

Getting coffee for the big stick

Hand in his pants at the skin flick

Lots of poisons, take your pick

Mama, mama, mama come quick

Felling like I'm getting sick

Have you noticeed any nervous tics

Think I'd better take care of myself

And up, up in the big house

King of the hill

And there, driving the big cat

King of the hill