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.

[Répétition 1] :
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.

[Répétition 2] :
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 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.

[Répétition 1]

[Répétition 2]

And I don´t feel any sorrow,
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.