Many's the day I took for granted
Breathing the air that silenced some
As the North Wind blew with its head of thunder
Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
Cry what's left to sleep
Where you dream of the love you left forever
For we're the kings of it all
For 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 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