Boxing Night Lyrics - Frightened Rabbit

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 

I am hostage blind, deaf to the din outside 

Good Glasgow could burn to its timber tonight, 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? 

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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This is boxing night, and someone lost an eye 

I swear I've lost the last drop of whatever kept me awake, alive 

Well I fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook 

To a blushed and swollen face 

In a single blow it's murdered and then it takes years to waste away 

I can't call you all mine anymore 

I can't call you, full stop 

But you know you can call me up anytime 

Call me whatever the fuck you want 

You can get me at home 

With a drink to ill health 

Just me and these walls 

And a beaten up chair 

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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