The Widow's Bane - Sick To Me Gullet текст песни

Aye, Lady Luck, she knocked at me door.
But when I opened up, weren't nothing but a whore.
Still I let her up into me blimey bed;
Come mornin' she was gone and I was dead.

Sick to me gullet I swear by God,
If I ever find love, I'll feed it to the dogs.
Sick to me gullet, I swear by Christ,
I'd rather be shot than fall in love twice.

I had a wife, be sure, I adored.
Gave her all my love but she still wanted more.
Come one night there was poison in me glass;
I was coughing up blood; she was counting up me cash.

I love the ladies, I love 'em like the plague.
Every single one's a loaded powder keg.
With every little kiss, their fuse it burns
And when it comes to killin', they all take turns.