Текст песни Garbage - Butterfly Collector
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So you finallygot 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 acollector.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 brains,It`s just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.And you`ve started looking much older,And you`re fashion sense is second rate like your perfume,But to you in your own little dream world,You`re still the queen of the butterfly collectors.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 thrill between your legs has wornoff.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 brains,It`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 get from day to day by filling your head,But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has wornoff.And I don`t feel any sorrow,Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.