Garbage - Butterfly Col текст песни

So you finally got what you wanted

Youve achieved your aim by making the walking lame

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 because you want their minds

And you just dont care cause youve got no brain

Its just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you

And youve started looking much older

And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume

But to you in your own little dream world

Youre still the queen of the butterfly collectors

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 you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off

And I dont care about morals

Because 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 brains

Its just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you

You carry on because its all you know

You cant light a fire, you cant cook or sew

You get from day to day be filling your head

But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off

And I dont feel any sorrow towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors