The Butterfly Collector - Paul Weller

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