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L.A's asleep
You roll up your window
The night air is cold
The freeway is clear

In a green Gucci bag
Are your prized possessions
The jewels of your mind
To hold back the fear

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 the king of the hill

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 the castle
So satisfied
And still wanting more

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 the king of the hill

The guests have arrived
With all the right faces
But you miss 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 the king of the hill