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