The Kilburn High Road

Many's the day, I took for granted Breathing the air that silenced some The North wind blew It's head asunder Beating it's breast with a war drenched song Bathe awhile, awash in slumber Cry what's left to sleep When you dream of the love ya left forever But pity no more nor grieve So we're the kings of it all The day we were born Yeah we're the kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye We were the kings of the Kilburn High Listen to the sound of dead men dying March as they flee but exile bound Their ship once sailed no longer anchors For gone is the green And their hallowed ground Toast to tears of times past glories This ageless clock chime stalls Where to kiss the lips of love forgotten To fly where no others have soared So we're the kings of it all The day we were born Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye We were the kings of the Kilburn High We were the kings of the Kilburn High Toast to tears of times past glories This ageless clock chime stalls Where to kiss the lips of love forgotten To fly where no others have soared So were the kings of it all The day we were born Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye So were the kings of it all The day we were born Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye We were the kings of the Kilburn High We were the kings of the Kilburn High Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight --- The Kilburn High Road - Flogging Molly