Tono: G
Introducción: 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
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)
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