King of the Hill

roger mcguinn • tom petty

LA's asleep • you roll up your window
the night air is cold • the freeway is clear
in a green Gucci bag are your prized posessions
the jewels of your mind to hold back the fear

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 this castle
so satisfied and still wanting more

the guest have arrived with all the right faces
but you missed 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 a king of the hill