Frightened Rabbit
Tom: G
Intro: (G Em C D)

      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 Em C D

          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

(G Em C D)
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