The Whistler

The Whistler - The White Buffalo 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'

Beloved mother There is no guilt In what I have done It's far too late To turn it back To turn it back Slowly they move One by one Food for the clan Your kingdom will come Slowly they're marching One by one Follow my magic tune It is so easy Her eyes