Boxing Night

	  		
Intro: G Em C D  

      G 
It's boxing night  
   Em 
I celebrate in style 
      C 
with boxer shorts and spirits  
                    D 
floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed 

           G 
There's a naked hush 
         Em 
clothed only with breath and a pulse 
      C 
of a heart that is kicking  
                 D 
as though it is desperate to be born 

         G 
and I'm hostage blind 
 Em 
deaf to the din outside 
      C 
Good Glasgow could burn to it's bones (timber?) tonight  
         D 
and I'd barely blink an eye 

G Em C D 

          G 
well the clock just stopped  
     Em 
put that on my fucking headstone (you can cut that into my headstone) 
       C 
won't something move so I stop 
           D 
staring a hole into the phone 

                   C 
you can get me at home 
                     D 
I'll be drinking to death 
                   C 
just me and these walls 
                 D 
and a beaten up chair  
           G 
on boxing day 

         (G) 
this is boxing night 
     Em 
and someone lost an eye 
        C 
well I swear I've lost the last drop  
             D 
of whatever kept me awake, alive 

    G 
we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook 
      Em 
to a blushed and swollen face 
          C 
and in a single blow it's murdered  
                  D 
and now it takes years to waste away 

              G 
well I can't call you all night any more 
         Em 
I can't call you full stop 
            C 
though you know you can call me up any time 
           D 
call me whatever the fuck you want 

                   C 
you can get me at home 
                     D 
I'll be drinking to death 
                   C 
just me and these walls 
                 D 
and a beaten up chair  

                   C 
you can get me at home 
                     D 
I'll be drinking to death 
                   C 
just me and these walls 
                  D 
and my beaten up chair  

           G 
on boxing day 

(G) Em C D