| | Butterfly Col Lyrics Artist(Band):Garbage
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 There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind because you want their minds And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brain It's just that 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 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 Because 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 because it's all you know You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew You get from day to day be 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 If you find some error in Butterfly Col Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Jason/nosajdabeno@aol.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Butterfly Col The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Garbage" Music | |
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