[Verse] Two lads hit the trail on a Saturday morn One with a sniffle The other forlorn A cold in his chest Legs weak as straw But they laced up their shoes Ignored every flaw [Chorus] Run lads run Hearts on fire 32k of mud and mire Suffer the Sunday Call in Monday Trailblazed fools What can I say [Verse 2] The hills laughed cruel The wind bit hard One coughed like a train The other fell apart Sweat turned to regret Blisters screamed loud But they stumbled on through the jeering crowd [Prechorus] Feet like bricks Lungs of lead But they kept on moving Racing dread [Chorus] Run lads run Hearts on fire 32k of mud and mire Suffer the Sunday Call in Monday Trailblazed fools What can I say [Bridge] Sunday was pain Like a hammer's drum Muscles in revolt Stomachs undone Phones in hand They dialed with a grin "Boss I'm sick Can't come in"
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