So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses to cuss out this weeks climber
And the small fame that you've acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me you're still a collector
[Chorus:]
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
Its 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 its 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 surely you must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off
And I don't care about morals
Cause the worlds insane and were all to blame anyway
And I don't feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
[Chorus]
As you carry on cause its 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 surely you 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