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
