Frightened Rabbit Boxing Night song lyrics

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

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

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