Intro: Verse 1: It's boxing night, (And) I'll celebrate in style In boxer shorts and spirits, floor littered With ghosts of bottles past There's a naked hush Clawed only in breath and of pulse Of our heart that is kicking As though it is desperate to be born Interlude: Verse 2: And I'm in hostage blind Deaf to the dim outside Good Glasgow could burn to it's timber* tonight And I'd barely blink and I... Well the clock just stopped You can cut that on my fucking 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 Interlude: Verse 3: This is boxing night And someone lost an eye Well I swear I've lost the last drop Of whatever kept me awake alive And I fell in the forth From a heavy right hook To our blushed and swollen face And in a single blow it's murdered And then it takes years to waste away And I can't call you all mine anymore And 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 You can get me at home With a drink to ill health Just me and these walls And my beaten up chair On boxing day Outro: