The Devil looks after his own

Since I've been on this earth some bad people I've known,
And discovered the Devil looks after his own,
The bad men and sinners charmed lives they do lead,
And their good luck increases with every bad deed,
Whilst the good and devout they get left to their fate,
Any hope for the good man it came much too late,
Well what kinda sh*ts this and on what so we embark,
Do we head for the light or straight into the dark,
Where a man is there waiting we must pay a toll,
But see what they don't tell you's the price is your soul,
In return for your trade there's a contract your shown,
And it states that the Devil looks after his own,
So you read it in detail and it all seems fine,
So you sign with your blood upon the dotted line,
And to Lucifer's army you duly enroll,
With a contract worth Jack shit and minus a soul,
And on that very night an I'll wind surely blown,
And you pray there that he does look after his own.
But you wake the next morning with an ache in your gut,
Not a thing you can do 'cept to keep your mouth shut,
As to fire and brimstone you're waiting to fall,
Should've stayed on the righteous path now you've lost all,
Id've done it all differently if I had known,
That it's bullish*t the Devil looks after his own.