Twelve Tone Tune/King Of The Hill - Live - 1998/99

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