| G | |
| Many's the day I took for granted |
| Am | Em | |
| Breathing the air that silenced | some |
| Em | |
| As the | North Wind blew |
| With it's head of thunder |
| Am | G | |
| Beating its breast with a war drenched | song |
| G | Am | C | |
| Bathe | awhile, awash in | slumber |
| G | Am | D | |
| Cry what's | left to | sleep |
| G | Am | C | |
| Where you | dream of the | love you left for | ever |
| G | Am | D | |
| But | pity no | more nor | grieve |
| Chorus: |
| G | C | |
| For we're the | kings of it | all |
| Am | D | |
| From the | day we were | born |
| G | Am | D | |
| Now we're the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| G | C | Am | |
| Sure we'll | always take a | drop and we'll | never |
| D | |
| leave a | sup |
| G | Am | D | |
| Your empty | glass is but a | tear filled | eye |
| C D Em<--(that Em is the same as the Intro Em) |
| We were the Kings of the Kilburn High |
| Intro: Em Am Em Em Am Em |
| Verse 2: |
| G | |
| Listen to the sound of dead men dying |
| Am | Em | |
| March as they flee but exiled | bound |
| Em | |
| Their | ship once sailed no longer anchors |
| Am | |
| For | gone is the green |
| G | |
| And their hallowed | ground |
| Em | Am | C | |
| Toast to | tears of times past | glories |
| G | Am | D | |
| This | ageless | clock chime | stalls |
| G | Am | C | |
| Where to | kiss the | lips of that love for | gotten |
| G | Am | D | |
| To | fly where no | others have | soared |
| Chorus: |
| G | C | |
| For we're the | kings of it | all |
| Am | D | |
| From the | day we were | born |
| G | Am | D | |
| Now we're the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| G | C | Am | |
| Sure we'll | always take a | drop and we'll | never |
| D | |
| leave a | sup |
| G | Am | D | |
| Your empty | glass is but a | tear filled | eye |
| C | D | Em | |
| We were the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| C D Em<--(that Em is the same as the Intro Em) |
| We were the Kings of the Kilburn High |
| Intro: Em Am Em Em Am Em |
| Interlude: Hold D for forever |
| Chords during guitar solo: Em Am Em Em Am Em(basically the same as intro) |
| Em | Am | C | |
| Toast to | tears of times past | glories |
| G | Am | D | |
| This | ageless | clock chime | stalls |
| G | Am | C | |
| Where to | kiss the | lips of that love for | gotten |
| G | Am | D | |
| To | fly where no | others have | soared |
| Chorus: |
| G | C | |
| For we're the | kings of it | all |
| Am | D | |
| From the | day we were | born |
| G | Am | D | |
| Now we're the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| G | C | Am | |
| Sure we'll | always take a | drop and we'll | never |
| D | |
| leave a | sup |
| G | Am | D | |
| Your empty | glass is but a | tear filled | eye |
| G | C | |
| For we're the | kings of it | all |
| Am | D | |
| From the | day we were | born |
| G | Am | D | |
| Now we're the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| G | C | Am | |
| Sure we'll | always take a | drop and we'll | never |
| D | |
| leave a | sup |
| G | Am | D | |
| Your empty | glass is but a | tear filled | eye |
| C | D | Em | |
| We were the | Kings of the | Kilburn | High |
| C | D | |
| We were the | Kings of the | Kilburn |
| Em | |
| "Oh | Mary, this London's a wonderful sight" |
| Well, that's it folks. Hope you got what you wanted. Please email me if you see |
| any errors. I don't think there are any but if so you know what to do. Enjoy! |