The Western Decline - Oh Lord, Why’d You Have to Make Me So Goddamn Handsome?

The man in the mirror is such a disappointment
Because the man in the mirror don't look a thing like me
I'm all boots and hat and smile
Better lookin' by a country mile
Sad sack lookin' back wouldn't dare to disagree
Oh lord, why'd you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It's a burden to be the world's most perfect man
Oh lord, won't you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
The man in the mirror don't have a friend in Jesus
No faith, no kids, no creed, no legacy
And on the moment when he's dead and gone
The whole world will just move on
Shadows don't leave much of a memory
Oh lord, why'd you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It's a burden to be the world's most perfect man
Oh lord, won't you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
That man in the mirror, he sometimes looks familiar
Like he reminds me of someone I think I used to know
When I look into those eyes
My heart swells up with pride, and I say
There but for the grace of God, I go
Oh lord, why'd you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It's a burden to be the world's most perfect man
Oh lord, won't you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
Oh lord, won't you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand

Written by:
James Barnes

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