I know you hate that son of a bitch
and the smirk across his face
walks around without a care
for the wreckage in his wake
You wonder if he’ll ever get his due
if God will ever strike him down
Well I guess that just depends
on who the Devil needs around
You see this evil bastard
and it just makes your blood boil
’Cause you’d rather see him rotting
six feet beneath the soil
You wonder what else he has to do
for God to knock him to the ground
Well I guess that just depends
on who the Devil needs around
I know it makes you crazy
how many buy the lies he sells
He could even sweet talk Jesus
out of the keys to heaven and hell
So you wonder how much longer
till God rains the fire down
Well I guess that just depends
on who the Devil needs around
You know God’s not the only one
who pays attention to your prayers
And man have I got a deal for you
that I think you’ll find most fair
I’ll not only give you justice
I’ll make your conscience disappear
And all you gotta do for me
is sign right here
So why don’t you come on over
to my side of town
where mercy is worth nothing
but flesh pays by the pound
where all vengeance is justified
and better angels make no sound
and you can bet your soul justice depends
on who the Devil needs around