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 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


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