Lyrics
Loaded but steady, slow to unwind
Gentle and quick to apologize
(a big teddy bear)
But no one can be
That obliging and kind
Without a little pent up rage inside
He was too good for this world
Lived in a fantasy
He was too good for this world
His heart bruised easily
He felt pain to a greater degree
Than you and me
Couldn’t pass a panhandler
Without dying inside
Someone like that, you know he’s not gonna survive
He was too good for this world
Lived in a fantasy
He was too good for this world
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
Not a whine or a wince
But you still got a sense
He felt things shoulda’ worked out
Better for him
Kept a little black book
Full of little black names
Of every bastard that rubbed him the wrong way
(don’t rub him the wrong way)
A saint in so many ways
Lived in a fantasy
A saint in so many ways
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
He was too good for this world
Lived in a fantasy
He was too good for this world
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
Where’s my Hollywood Ending
Where’s my Nobel Prize
(repeat)