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 [bad word] 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