Lyrics

Lucas slogs through the week, working his **ass** off all day,
Spends the weekend with the family, no time to **fucking** play.
But now it’s night, his only peace and **damn** 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 **goddamn** game.
But then those **fucking** 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 **damn** blood.
The night’s his, this one last **piece** of control,
And he’s not letting those **bastards** steal his soul.

Even with the struggle, he can’t help but **grin**,
Because this moment of **fucking** 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 **damn** fun.