Butterfly Collector lyrics

Artist  : Garbage 
Song : 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