Butterfly Collector Lyrics - Garbage - Garbage

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 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 that 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 get 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 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 that 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 get 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 feel any sorrow 

Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors