Flogging Molly - 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