[00:07.49]So you finally got what you wanted,
[00:19.16]You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame,
[00:27.28]And when you just can't get any higher,
[00:31.58]You use your senses to suss out this week's climber,
[00:40.46]And the small fame that you've acquired,
[00:44.23]Has brought you into cult status but to me you're still a collector.
[00:51.69]
[00:53.72]There's tarts and whores but you're much more,
[00:57.00]You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,
[01:01.39]And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,
[01:05.85]It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
[01:13.59]
[01:16.28]And you've started looking much older,
[01:26.64]And you're fashion sense is second rate like your perfume,
[01:35.03]But to you in your own little dream world,
[01:39.31]You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors.
[01:41.60]
[01:49.17]You carry on 'cause it's all you know,
[01:52.86]You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,
[01:56.66]You get from day to day by filling your head,
[02:00.87]But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
[02:07.85]
[02:17.88]And I don't care about morals,
[02:22.05]'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway,
[02:30.27]And I don't feel any sorrow,
[02:34.63]Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.
[02:41.62]
[02:43.71]There's tarts and whores but you're much more,
[02:48.06]You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,
[02:51.75]And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,
[02:56.27]It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
[03:02.21]
[03:02.77]You carry on 'cause it's all you know,
[03:06.20]You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,
[03:10.28]You get from day to day by filling your head,
[03:14.44]But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
[03:19.44]
[03:24.01]And I don't feel any sorrow,
[03:27.32]Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.