Soul Custody

You know me, I could be your best friend

Making dreams come true from the eastside to the west end

But perhaps an introduction is in order,

Some see me as sinister, but I'm a simple soul sorter

They paint me as the bad guy, guile incarnate

Horned and mustachioed, styled in scarlet

As you can see, I'm quite well-dressed and kempt

Clean-shaven and I write off the rest as contempt

They got it out for me, but that's neither here nor there

They're the ones who made this world neither clear nor fair

And evil? I wouldn't go quite that far

I don't claim to be faultless, but we are who we are