Frightened Rabbit – Boxing Night (Guitar)

      G
It's boxing night 

   Em
I celebrate in style

      C
with boxer shorts and spirits 

                    D
floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed

           G
There's a naked hush

         Em
clothed only with breath and a pulse

      C
of a heart that is kicking 

                 D
as though it is desperate to be born

         G
and I'm hostage blind

 Em
deaf to the din outside

      C
Good Glasgow could burn to it's bones (timber?) tonight 

         D
and I'd barely blink an eye

          G
well the clock just stopped 

     Em
put that on my fucking headstone (you can cut that into my headstone)

       C
won't something move so I stop

           D
staring a hole into the phone

                   C
you can get me at home

                     D
I'll be drinking to death

                   C
just me and these walls

                 D
and a beaten up chair 

           G
on boxing day

         (G)
this is boxing night

     Em
and someone lost an eye

        C
well I swear I've lost the last drop 

             D
of whatever kept me awake, alive

    G
we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook

      Em
to a blushed and swollen face

          C
and in a single blow it's murdered 

                  D
and now it takes years to waste away

              G
well I can't call you all night any more

         Em
I can't call you full stop

            C
though you know you can call me up any time

           D
call me whatever the fuck you want

                   C
you can get me at home

                     D
I'll be drinking to death

                   C
just me and these walls

                 D
and a beaten up chair 

                   C
you can get me at home

                     D
I'll be drinking to death

                   C
just me and these walls

                  D
and my beaten up chair 

           G
on boxing day