I'm leaning on a rail
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Letting my eyes roam over the plain
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I'm laughing on my break
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Feeling like a captive on a long chain
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Watch the people pick up sticks
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Big boss man cracks his whip
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It's serious but we laugh to keep from crying
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Spouting out the company line
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Everything here's just fine
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He says he cares about me but he's lying
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Up, up in the big house
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The king of the hill.
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I'm watching the boss man
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Talking to his sister with the dirty hands
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They sit, cussing at the rules
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Wishing they could lose me as fast as they can
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He's got me in the roughest rig
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He thinks I took his brother's gig
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People say they've got the game rigged
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His daddy gave him everything
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A job and a house and his earring
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Why does he think that I'm so threatening, so bad
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And up, up in the big house
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King of the hill
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And there, driving the big cat, king of the hill
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I'm over in my space
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Swatting bugs, sweat stains rolling down my face
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I'm trying not to drink
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Knowing I've got to roll out of this place
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Watch the people pick up bricks
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King of the hill with his nightstick
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Caught up in accounting tricks
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Throw a bone to the poor hicks
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Got some candy, take a lick
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Great white hope, shooting bricks
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Time to let us all share the wealth
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Getting coffee for the big stick
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Hand in his pants at the skin flick
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Lots of poisons, take your pick
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Mama, mama, mama come quick
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Felling like I'm getting sick
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Have you noticeed any nervous tics
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Think I'd better take care of myself
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And up, up in the big house
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King of the hill
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And there, driving the big cat
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King of the hill
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Twelve Tone Tune / King Of The Hill
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| Bruce Hornsby |
