Butterfly Collector — текст песни (Garbage)

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.