King Of The Hill

Whoa, I'm leaning on a rail Letting my eyes roam over the plain Whoa, 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 Whoa, crying Spouting out the company line Everything here's just fine He says he cares about me but he's lying Whoa, lying And up, up in the big house King of the hill Whoa, 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 Got me in the roughest rig He thinks I took his brother's gig People say they've got the game rigged Whoa, rigged His daddy gave him everything A job and a house and his earring Why does he think that I'm so threatening? Whoa, 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 stain 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 Whoa, the wealth Getting coffee for the big stick Hand in his pants at the skin flick Leisure suit, but thinks he's slick Lots of poisons, take your pick Mama, mama, mama, come quick Feeling like I'm getting sick Have you noticed any nervous tics? Think I'd better take care of myself Whoa, myself And up, up in the big house King of the hill And there, driving the big cat King of the hill --- King of the Hill - Bruce Hornsby