Boxing Night

G  320033
Em 022000
C  332010
D  552030

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      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

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          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