Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Butterfly Collector, artist - Paul Weller. Date of issue: 09.01.2001
Song language: English
The 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 |