Butterfly Collector

so, you finally got what you wanted —
youve achieved your aim
by making the walking lame
when you just cant get any higher,
you use your senses
to suss out this weeks climber
and the small fame that youve aquired
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,
cause you want their mind
and you just dont care,
cause youve got no brain —
its just a 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,
cause 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 mind
and you just dont care,
cause youve got no brains —
its just a face on your pillowcase
that thrills you

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 feel any sorrow
towards the kings and queens
of the butterfly collectors