The Butterfly Collector - Live for Teenage Cancer Trust

So you finally got what you wanted
 You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
 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 'cause you want their minds
 And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
 It's just a face on your pillowcase
 That thrills you
 And you started looking much older
 And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
 But to you in your little dream world
 You're still the Queen of the butterfly collectors
 As 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 surely you must know the appeal 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
 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 pride
 It's just a face on your pillowcase
 That thrills you
 As 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 surely you must know the appeal between your legs
 Has worn off
 And I don't feel any sorrow
 Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors