Butterfly Collector

So you finally got what you wanted You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line When you just can't get any higher You've used 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 '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 And you started looking much older And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume But to you in your little dream world You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors And you carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew You go 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 Queens and Kings of the butterfly collectors There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their mind And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains He's just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you You carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew You go from day to day 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 Collector - Garbage