Butterfly Collector

So you finally got what you wanted
You’ve achieved your aim by making the walking lame
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 political 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 brains
It’s just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you
And you’ve started looking much older
And your 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 go from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the thrill 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 Queens and Kings 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 go from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off
And I don’t feel any sorrow
Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors