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Boxing night
I celebrate in style, in boxer shorts and spirits
Floor littered with ghosts of bottles past
Thereâs 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, Iâd barely blink an eye
Well the clock just stopped, you can cut that into my headstone
Wonât 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 Iâve 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 itâs murdered and then it takes years to waste away
I canât call you all mine anymore
I canât 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
- Album:
- Disko Warp x Pump It Up Pro 2 Official Soundtrack
- Painting of a Panic Attack
- Backyard Skulls
- Pedestrian Verse
- Late March, Death March
- The Woodpile
- State Hospital (EP)
- A Frightened Rabbit (EP)
- Liver! Lung! FR!
- The Midnight Organ Fight
- The Winter Of Mixed Drinks
- Miscellaneous
- Painting of a Panic Attack (Deluxe)
- Lump Street
- Die Like A Rich Boy
- Get Out
- Quietly Now ! - Midnight Organ Fight Live and Acoustic At...
- iTunes Festival: London 2012
- Quietly Now! Liver! Lung! Fr!
- EMusic Sessions: Live At Urban Outfitters - SXSW 2007