Butterfly Collector Lyrics

Butterfly Collector

So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making the
walking lame
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses
to suss out this week's climber
And the small fame that you've
acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me you're still a
collector

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a
different kind cause you want their minds
And you just don't care cause
you've got no brain
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills
you

And you started looking much older
And your fashion sense is
second rate like your perfume
But to you in your own little dream
world
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors

You carry on
cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
You
go from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the thrill
between your legs has worn off

And I don't care about morals
Cause
the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
And I don't feel any
sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly
collectors

There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a
different kind cause you want their minds
And you just don't care cause
you've got no brains
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills
you

You carry on cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire, you
can't cook or sew
You go from day to day by filling your head
But you
surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off

And I don't
feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors