Tom: G 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)