Artist : Bruce Hornsby    Title : [King of the hill]    -----------------    [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          ]