The White Buffalo - The Whistler | Текст песни

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• The White Buffalo
• The Whistler

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

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