Текст песни Shinola

When they brought you home from the hospital Well, it made your father sick So you grew up hard, and you broke some bones And you learned your lessons quick Now you're an angry little fucker with an axe to grind The devil on my shoulder You're a small-time bet on a highball roller But you don't know shit from Shinola Well, the teenage years came wild and fast And you did your share of harm And you squirmed your way on up despite Your distinctive lack of charm But you're an angry little fucker with an axe to grind The devil on my shoulder You got a brain that's buzzing like Coca Cola 'Cause you don't know shit from Shinola Now the sunset's getting longer And your friends are all long gone It's a lonely ride from the middle down It's the end of your long con 'Cause you're an angry little fucker with an axe to grind The devil on my shoulder You got a head that's spinning like a Victrola But you don't know shit I said: You don't know shit You know that you don't know no shit from Shinola Shinola Shit from Shinola