The Whistler

This time is different It's not like the times before But I cross 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 own Don't go downtown The devil whispers in my ear It's time for your curtain call So I dress myself on up, with alcohol Step aside, step aside Oh, 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 damn hands out, don't you look at me No one's dying here alone Well I came to get it on Lets get it on This time is different Not like the time before I crossed my heart that I won't kill no more