Its Boxing Night
I celebrate in style
Boxer shorts and spirits floor littered with ghosts of bottles pastTheres a naked hush
Hold only a breath and a pulse
Of a heart that was kicking as though it is desperate to be bornAnd Im hosted blind
Deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to its bones tonight and Id barely blink an eyeWell the clock just stopped
Put back my fucking headstone
Wont something move so I stop staring a hole into the phone?You can get me at home
Ill be drinking to death
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
On Boxing DayThis is Boxing Night
And someone lost an eye
Well I swear Ive lost the last drop of whatever kept me awake aliveAnd we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook
To a blush and swollen face
And in a single blow its murdered and now it takes years to waste awayWell I cant call you online anymore
Oh I cant call you fullstop
Oh you know you can call me up
Any time call me up
For whatever the fuck you wantYou can get me at home
Ill be drinking to death
Just me and these walls
And a beaten up chair
You can get me at home
Ill be drinking to death
Just me and these walls
And my beaten up chair
On Boxing Day
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