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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
