Garbage - Butterfly Col Lyrics
So you finally got what you wantedYouve achieved your aim by making the walking lameAnd when you just cant get any higherYou use your senses to suss out this weeks climberAnd the small fame that youve acquiredHas brought you into cult statusBut to me youre still a collectorTheres tarts and whores but youre much moreYoure a different kind because you want their mindsAnd you just dont care cause youve got no brainIts just that face on your pillowcase that thrills youAnd youve started looking much olderAnd your fashion sense is second rate like your perfumeBut to you in your own little dream worldYoure still the queen of the butterfly collectorsYou carry on cause its all you knowYou cant light a fire, you cant cook or sewYou get from day to day by filling your headBut you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn offAnd I dont care about moralsBecause the worlds insane and were all to blame anywayAnd I dont feel any sorrowTowards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectorsTheres tarts and whores but youre much moreYoure a different kind cause you want their mindsAnd you just dont care cause youve got no brainsIts just a face on your pillowcase that thrills youYou carry on because its all you knowYou cant light a fire, you cant cook or sewYou get from day to day be filling your headBut you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn offAnd I dont feel any sorrow towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
