Eighty Minutes

Verse

Boots hit concrete, tunnel getting loud,

Breath in the cold, feel the weight of the crowd.

Tape on the wrists, mud on the mind,

Every man here knows the cost of the line.

No shortcuts taken, no space to hide,

You earn every inch with your chest held high.

Pain in the lungs, blood in the grin,

This game don’t forgive, it only lets warriors in.

Pre-chorus

We don’t play pretty just to be seen,

We play for the badge, not the magazine.

From first hit made to the last man down,

This ground remembers who stood their ground.

Chorus

Eighty minutes, no fear, no brakes,

Every heartbeat something you gotta take.

When the whistle blows, we’re still standing tall,

One team, one fight — we gave it all.

Mud on our names, pride in our veins,

Win or lose, you’ll remember the pain.

Eighty minutes, earn your name,

This is rugby — nothing’s the same.

Verse

Scrum goes down, hear the bones complain,

Eight men driving through pressure and strain.

Backs light the match, cut through the dark,

Speed and timing, surgical art.

Ruck after ruck, still claw for ground,

Voices gone hoarse, still screaming out loud.

It ain’t just strength, it’s heart and trust,

I bleed for you — you bleed for us.

Pre-chorus

Respect in the tunnel, war on the grass,

No grudges kept once the moment pass.

Shake hands after, eyes still burn,

Because everything here is something you earn.

Chorus

Eighty minutes, no fear, no brakes,

Every heartbeat something you gotta take.

When the whistle blows, we’re still standing tall,

One team, one fight — we gave it all.

Mud on our names, pride in our veins,

Win or lose, you’ll remember the pain.

Eighty minutes, earn your name,

This is rugby — nothing’s the same.

Bridge

This ain’t a game you play alone,

It’s trust in flesh, it’s broken bones.

When legs are gone and lungs give out,

That’s when you find what heart’s about.

Chorus

Eighty minutes — stand your ground,

Carry the weight, hear the sound.

Of a team that never bends,

Brother to brother, to the end.

Mud on our names, pride in our veins,

We don’t run from the hurt or the rain.

Eighty minutes — remember the flame,

This is rugby — remember the name