Les Mouches - Little Poop lyrics

Don't leave the house my son They only want to get at your books They'll call your name in the city street and tear your heart apart Don't wander into town The men there, they have hands of hooks They'll break your fiddle in the city street and tear your heart apart Although I know your voice can reach the clouds You've become too peaco*k-proud They'll make you wish you never opened that f**ing mouth of yours Don't wonder of these things And whether they are right or wrong They'll stone you, there, in the city street With voices raised in song Singing, oooh, little coup