So you finally got what you wanted

Youve achieved your aim by making me walk in line

And when you just cant get any higher

You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber

And the small fame that youve acquired

Has brought you into cult status

But to me youre still a collector



Theres tarts and whores but youre much more

Youre a different kind cause you want their minds

And you just dont care cause youve got no pride

Its 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 little dream world

Youre still the queen of the butterfly collectors



As you carry on cause its all you know

You cant light a fire

You cant cook or sew

You get from day to day by filling your head

But surely you must know the appeal between your legs

Has worn off



And I dont care about morals

cause the worlds insane and were all to blame anyway

And I dont feel any sorrow

Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors



Theres tarts and whores but youre much more

Youre a different kind cause you want their minds

And you just dont care cause youve got no pride

Its just a face on your pillowcase

That thrills you



As you carry on cause its all you know

You cant light a fire

You cant cook or sew

You get from day to day by filling your head

But surely you must know the appeal between your legs

Has worn off



And I dont feel any sorrow

Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors