Boxing Night

[G] [Em] [C] [D]

It's b[G]oxing night
I c[Em]elebrate in style
with b[C]oxer shorts and spirits
floor litteed with g[D]hosts of bottles passed

There's a n[G]aked hush
clothed o[Em]nly with breath and a pulse
of a h[C]eart that is kicking
as though it is d[D]esperate to be born

and I'm h[G]ostage blind
d[Em]eaf to the din outside
Good G[C]lasgow could burn to it's bones (timber?) tonight
and I'd b[D]arely blink an eye

[G] [Em] [C] [D]

well the c[G]lock just stopped
put t[Em]hat on my fucking headstone (you can cut that into my headstone)
won't s[C]omething move so I stop
staring a h[D]ole into the phone

you can get me at h[C]ome
I'll be drinking to d[D]eath
just me and these w[C]alls
and a beaten up c[D]hair
on boxing d[G]ay

this is bo[G]xing night
and s[Em]omeone lost an eye
well I s[C]wear I've lost the last drop
of whatever k[D]ept me awake, alive

we f[G]ell in the Forth from a heavy right hook
to a b[Em]lushed and swollen face
and in a s[C]ingle blow it's murdered
and now it takes y[D]ears to waste away

well I can't c[G]all you all night any more
I can't c[Em]all you full stop
though you k[C]now you can call me up any time
call me wha[D]tever the fuck you want

you can get me at h[C]ome
I'll be drinking to d[D]eath
just me and these w[C]alls
and a beaten up c[D]hair

you can get me at h[C]ome
I'll be drinking to d[D]eath
just me and these w[C]alls
and my beaten up c[D]hair

on boxing d[G]ay

|:  [G]  [Em] [C] [D] :| Repeat [A] few times; end on [G]