Garbage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Butterfly Collector Lyrics

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 pride 

 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 

 

 As 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 appeal between your legs 

 Has worn off 

 

 And I don't care about morals 

 'Cause the word'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 minds 

 And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride 

 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 appeal between your legs 

 Has worn off 

 

 And I don't feel any sorrow 

 Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors.