The Whistler.
This time is differentIt's not like the times beforeI crossed my heart that I won’t kill no moreJesus watch over me, keep my anger at homeYou better bless these wicked hands, because they got a mind of their ownDon’t go down town
Devil whispers in my ear: “It’s time for your curtain call”So I dress myself on up with alcoholStep aside, step aside, –let the whistler throughThere really ain’t no help at all for folks like me and youDon’t go downtown, don’t go downtown
Get your goddamn hands out, don’t you look at meNo one’s dying here aloneWell I came to get it onLet’s get it on
This time is differentNot like the time beforeI crossed my heart that I won’t kill no more