King of the Line

Walked in the bank on a Monday morn

Line to the door, patience worn

Check in my hand, bills to pay

Feels like I'll be here all day

Why only two tellers for a hundred souls

One guy at the counter stuck in his scrolls

Fumbling papers, just one more sign

What's his problem? This spot should be mine

All the waiting, all the grind

Every lost second now left behind

I'm the king of the line, feeling fine

Finally at the front, this throne is mine

Two tellers bow down, my moment's prime

I rule the bank floor king of the line

The line creeps forward, inch by inch

Every small step feels like a pinch

Finally they call me, my moment arrives

Victory's mine at last I survive

All the waiting, all the grind

Every lost second now left behind

I'm the king of the line, feeling fine

Finally at the front, this throne is mine

Two tellers bow down, my moment's prime

I rule the bank floor king of the line

No more waiting, no more sighs

I take my cash with victory in my eyes

A crown of patience, a scepter of time

I am the monarch, King of the Line

I'm the king of the line, feeling fine

Finally at the front, this throne is mine

Two tellers bow down, my moment's prime

I rule the bank floor king of the line