King Of The Hill Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

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 

Ooh crying 

Spouting out the company line 

Everything here's just fine 

He says he cares about me but he's lying 

Ooh 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 

Ooh 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 

Ooh 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 

Ooh the wealth 

Getting coffee for the big stick 

Hand in his pants at the skin flick 

[Incomprehensible] 

Lots of poisons, take your pick 

Mama, mama, mama come quick 

Felling like I'm getting sick 

Have you noticed any nervous tics 

Think I'd better take care of myself 

Ooh myself 

And up, up in the big house 

King of the hill 

And there, driving the big cat 

King of the hill