Alright.      If you wanna see a man with a lot of bad luck   Honey, just look over at me   And if you wanna see a man who the good lord damned   Look at my face, you'll see   God damned   God damned   God damned me   God damned   God damned   God damned me   When I was born, I come out and sat down   And I've never been turned around   I've been wonderin' this town, but everyone I meet   Is sick and alone on a dead end street   God damned   God damned   God damned me   God damned   God damned   God damned me   I got no job   I got no wealth   I got nothin but myself   And I got nothin to write home about, my friend   I'm just another guy on the losin' end   God damned   God damned   God damned me   God damned   God damned   God damned me   But that ol' Jesus better make it up to me   Up to me   Up to me   I said, o' Jesus better make it up to me   When I go and die