[Verse 1]
Boxing Night
I celebrate in style
In boxer shorts and spirits
Floor littered with ghosts of bottles past
There's a naked hush
Clothed only in breath and a pulse
Of a heart that is kicking
As though it is desperate to be born
[Verse 2]
I am hostage blind
Deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to it's timber tonight
And I'd barely blink an eye
Well, the clock just stopped
You can cut that into my headstone
Won't something move so I stop staring
A hole into the phone?
[Chorus]
You can get me at home
With a drink to ill health
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
On Boxing Day
Boxing Night
I celebrate in style
In boxer shorts and spirits
Floor littered with ghosts of bottles past
There's a naked hush
Clothed only in breath and a pulse
Of a heart that is kicking
As though it is desperate to be born
[Verse 2]
I am hostage blind
Deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to it's timber tonight
And I'd barely blink an eye
Well, the clock just stopped
You can cut that into my headstone
Won't something move so I stop staring
A hole into the phone?
[Chorus]
You can get me at home
With a drink to ill health
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
On Boxing Day
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