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

Cause they got a mind of their 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 goddamn hands up

Don't you look at me

No one's a-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