Many's the day I took for granted 

Breathing the air that sinlenced some 

As the North Wind blew 

With its head of thunder 

Beating its breast with a war drenched song 

Bathe awhile, awash in slumber 

Cry what's left to sleep 

Where you dream of the love you left forever 

But pity no more nor grieve 



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 

March as they flee but exiled bound 

Their ship once sailed no longer anchors 

For gone is the green 

And their hallowed gound 



Toast to tears of times past glories 

This ageless clock chime stalls 

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten 

To fly where no others have soared 



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 



Toast to tears of times past glories 

This ageless clock chime stalls 

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten 

To fly where no others have soared 



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