[Intro]

    Em
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[Verso 1]

Em                              Bm
So you finally got what you wanted
                     Am     Bm         Am   Bm  Em
You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame
Em                                  Bm
And when you just can't get any higher
             Am        Bm       Am   Bm     Em
You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber
Em                                 Bm
And the small fame that you've acquired
Bm              Am        Bm
Has brought you into cult status
Am              Bm      Em
But to me your still a collector

[Refrão]

G                 A           C          G
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
                   A               C          G
You're a different kind 'cause you want there minds
                   A                  C      G
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
            A            C      G
It's just a face on your pillowcase
     F             Em
That thrills you

[Verso 2]

Em                                Bm
And you started to looking much older
         Am       Bm      Am          Bm        Em
And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
Em                          Bm
But to you in your little dream world
       Am        Bm           Am     Bm     Em
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors

[Refrão]

        G    A              C       G
As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
                  A                C       G
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
                     A       C           G
You get from day to day by filling you head
                     A                  C        G
But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
    F         Em
Has worn off

[Verso 3]

Em                       Bm
And I don't care about morals
           Am         Bm            Am     Bm       Em
'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
Em                    Bm
And I don't feel any sorrow
             Am         Bm           Am     Bm    Em
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors

[Refrão]

G                 A           C          G
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
                   A               C          G
You're a different kind 'cause you want there minds
                   A                  C      G
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
            A            C      G
It's just a face on your pillowcase
     F             Em
That thrills you

[Refrão]

        G    A              C       G
As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
                  A                C       G
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
                     A       C           G
You get from day to day by filling you head
                     A                  C        G
But surely you must know the appeal between you legs
    F         Em
Has worn off

Em                    Bm
And I don't feel any sorrow
             Am         Bm           Am     Bm    Em
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors