Boxing Night (Explicit) - Frightened Rabbit

Boxing night

I celebrate in style

In boxer shorts

And spirits
Floor littered with ghosts of bottles past

Thereas 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 it's timber tonight
Iad 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

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 as murdered
And then it takes years to waste away

I canat call you all mine anymore
I canat call you full stop

But you know you can call me up anytime
Call me whatever the f**k you want
You can get me at home

With a drink to ill health

Just me and these walls

And a beaten up chair
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