Swagger

Many`s the day that I took for granted Breathing the air that silenced some As the North wind blew With it`s head asunder Beating it`s breast with a war drenched song Bathe awile, awash in slumber Cry whats left to sleep Where you dream of love left forever But pity no more nor greive So we`re the kings of it all From 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