Tono: G
Introducción: G5
G5
It's boxing night,
B5
(And) I'll celebrate in style
G5
In boxer shorts and spirits, floor littered
A5
With ghosts of bottles past
G5
There's a naked hush
B5
Clawed only in breath and of pulse
G5
Of our heart that is kicking
A5 G5
As though it is desperate to be born
G5
And I'm in hostage blind
B5
Deaf to the dim outside
G5
Good Glasgow could burn to it's timber * tonight
A5
And I'd barely blink and I...
G5
Well the clock just stopped
B5
You can cut that on my fucking headstone *
G5
Won't something move so I stop
A5
Staring a hole into the phone
C5
You can get me at home
D5
With a drink to ill health
C5
Just me and these walls
D5
And a beaten up chair
G5
On boxing day
G5
This is boxing night
B5
And someone lost an eye
G5
Well I swear I've lost the last drop
A5
Of whatever kept me awake alive
G5
And I fell in the forth
From a heavy right hook
B5
To our blushed and swollen face
G5
And in a single blow it's murdered
A5
And then it takes years to waste away
G5
And I can't call you all mine anymore
B5
And I can't call you full stop
G5
But you know you can call me up anytime
A5
Call me whatever the fuck you want
C5
You can get me at home
D5
With a drink to ill health
C5
Just me and these walls
D5
And a beaten up chair
C5
You can get me at home
D5
With a drink to ill health
C5
Just me and these walls
D5
And my beaten up chair
G5
On boxing day