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 down town
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 damn 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
