The Whistler

This time is different It's not like the times before I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home You better bless these wicked hands, because they got a mind of they're own Don't go downtown Devil whispers in my ear, "It's time for your curtain call" So, I dress myself on up with alcohol Step aside, step aside let the whistler through There really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you Don't go downtown, don't go downtown Get your god d-mn hands out, don't you look at me No one's dying here alone Well, I came to get it on Let's get it on This time is different Not like the time before I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more