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 around

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 the castle

So satisfied

And still wanting more

And when Monday comes around

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 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 around

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 around

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 you feel like the king of the hill

And you feel like the king of the hill

Yes you feel like the king of the hill