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