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 weeks climber
And the small fame that you've acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me your still a collector
There's Tarts and Whores but you're much more
You're A Different kind 'cause you want there minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you
Verse 2
And you started to 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
As 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 you head
But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
Has worn off
Verse 3
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
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 pride
It's just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you
As 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 you head
But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
Has worn off
Outro
And I don't feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors