Текст песни Garbage - Butterfly collector

So you finally got what you wanted
You 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 weeks climber
And the small fame that you've aquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me you're still a collector

Chorus
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind cause you want thier mind
And you just don't care cause you've got no brain
It's just a face on a 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
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

Chorus

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 feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors