Tom: G
Introdução:
G
Many's the day I took for granted
Am C G
Breathing the air that silenced some
As the North Wind blew with its head of thunder
G Am D
Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
G Am D
Cry what's left to sleep
Where you dream of the love you left forever
G C
For we're the kings of it all
G D
For the day we were born
G C D
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
G C G D
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
G C D
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
C D G
We were the kings of the Kilburn High
Listen to the sound of dead men dying