Little Shit didn't go
To his classes this morning
Because somehow he knows
That they're no use to him
He decided he'd rather hang out
In the student lounge
Rather than be bored to death
Listening to an annoying teacher
He's doing, without ambition
A college degree in Humanities
A little reluctantly
Without putting too much effort
He wanted to be an actor
But his parents told him
That it wasn't a good path
To be happy in life...
So now he's there and wasting time
He goofs off in his studies
For him this is bullshit
A complete and utter bore
The only thing that gets him excited
Is his improv group
Or the joints that he smokes
When he does his radio show
But his mother hopes
That he'll become a lawyer
That he'll make a good salary
Somewhat like his father
But Little Shit's not an idiot
He knows that to be happy
You need to live for your own beliefs
And not for those of your parents
Why look for a meaning
In all their bullshit ?
Little Shit, take your chance
And make your own way in this world
Because in the end, real happiness
Is maybe just in not knowing
How will end
Your little story
And there's his older brother
An insignificant type
A cellphone salesman
Who only thinks about money
Who tells him: "It's a shame
You'll never get a job
Because becoming an actor
Is like chasing dreams"
His life is all mapped out
He never questions himself
And to hear him speak
You'd think he was always right
Except Little Shit doesn't care
He knows that narrow-minded people
Just want to hide their lack of power
By trying to put you down
Why look for a meaning
In all their bullshit ?
Little Shit, take your chance
And make your own way in this world
Because in the end, real happiness
Is maybe just in not knowing
How will end
Your little story
It's a good thing he has his girlfriend
A really nice girl
Who understands him, at least
And knows he has talent
She tells him to hang on
And to keep believing
That maybe he'll be accepted
At a conservatory
And there's always the option
Even if it's just in the meantime
To be an extra
In a soap opera
Because to live out your passion
And not regret it later
Reason stands that you need
To start somewhere
That's why tomorrow
He's going to drop everything
And to hell with the jerks
That don't want to encourage him
Because he knows that real happiness
Is basically just in not knowing
How will end
Your little story
Keeping his spirit free
Finding some balance
As for the rest, he doesn't care
Little Shit can't wait for tomorrow...