Standard (EADGBE)

 It's boxing night

 I celebrate in style

 with boxer shorts and spirits

 floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed

 There's a naked hush

 clothed only with breath and a pulse

 of a heart that is kicking

 as though it is desperate to be born

 and I'm hostage blind

 deaf to the din outside

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

 and I'd barely blink an eye

 well the clock just stopped

 put that on my fucking headstone (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

 I'll be drinking to death

 just me and these walls

 and a beaten up chair

 on boxing day

 this is boxing night

 and someone lost an eye

 well I swear I've lost the last drop

 of whatever kept me awake, alive

 we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook

 to a blushed and swollen face

 and in a single blow it's murdered

 and now it takes years to waste away

 well I can't call you all night any more

 I can't call you full stop

 though you know you can call me up any time

 call me whatever the fuck you want

 you can get me at home

 I'll be drinking to death

 just me and these walls

 and a beaten up chair

 you can get me at home

 I'll be drinking to death

 just me and these walls

 and my beaten up chair

 on boxing day

 |: :| Repeat few times; end on