Lyrics

Lucas slogs through the week, working hard all day,
Spends the weekend with the family, no time to play.
But now it’s night, his only peace and quiet,
With the boys by the fire, he’s finally free to riot.

They’re sitting there, eating potatoes fresh from the flame,
For once, he’s not running someone else’s game.
But then those raccoons sneak in from the night,
Snatching his food, starting a whole new fight.

Lucas, fed up, starts chucking the spuds,
Trying to salvage what’s left of his own blood.
The night’s his, this one last piece of control,
And he’s not letting those critters steal his soul.

Even with the struggle, he can’t help but grin,
Because this moment of peace feels like a win.
He’s had enough, but he’s had a good run,
And with his friends by the fire, the night’s been fun.