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