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

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 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

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 brain

It’s just a face on a 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 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 butterf