Garbage
Butterfly Col
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 because you want their minds
And you just don`t care `cause you`ve got no brain
It`s just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
And you`ve 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 get 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
Because 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 because it`s all you know
You can`t light a fire, you can`t cook or sew
You get from day to day be 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
Butterfly Col
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 because you want their minds
And you just don`t care `cause you`ve got no brain
It`s just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
And you`ve 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 get 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
Because 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 because it`s all you know
You can`t light a fire, you can`t cook or sew
You get from day to day be 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