The Widow's Bane - Sick to Me Gullet lyrics

Aye, Lady Luck, she knocked at me door. But when I opened up, weren't nothing but a who*e. 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 gla**; 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 k**in', they all take turns.