The Butterfly Collector (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

Lyrics

[Intro: Paul Weller] Thank you very much for our lovely evening as well [Verse 1: Paul Weller] So you finally got what you wanted You 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 [Chorus: Noel Gallagher & Paul Weller, Paul Weller] 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 got no pride It's just that face on your pillowcase That thrills you [Verse 2: Paul Weller] And you started looking much older And your fashion sensе Is second-rate like your pеrfume But to you in your own little dream world You're still the queen Of the butterfly collectors [Chorus: Noel Gallagher & Paul Weller, Paul Weller] But you carry on 'cause it's all you know Yeah, I 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 appeal between your legs Has worn off [Verse 3: Paul Weller] And I don't care about morals 'Cause this 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 [Chorus: Noel Gallagher & Paul Weller, Paul Weller] 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 got no pride It's just that face on your pillowcase That thrills you And 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 appeal between your legs Has worn off [Outro: Paul Weller] And I don't feel any sorrow Towards the kings and queens Of the butterfly collectors [Spoken: Paul Weller] Thank you