Garbage lyrics
Garbage lyrics
"Butterfly Collector lyrics"
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
When you just can't get any higher
You've used 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 mindsHammer And A Nail lyrics
Author: Indigo Girls Album title: Nomads.Indians.Saints Hammer and a Nail ------ --- - ---- (Emily Saliers) Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've b
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And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
When you just can't get any higher
You've used 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
Author: Indigo Girls Album title: Nomads.Indians.Saints Hammer and a Nail ------ --- - ---- (Emily Saliers) Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've b
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
Rotting lyrics
I'm rotting inside My flesh turns to dust Whisper, ?are you dying?? in my ear I'm so sick to death Tumors in my head Whisper, ?are you dying?? in my ear Black rose of death In my fist I clu
o from day to day by filling your head I'm rotting inside My flesh turns to dust Whisper, ?are you dying?? in my ear I'm so sick to death Tumors in my head Whisper, ?are you dying?? in my ear Black rose of death In my fist I clu
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off
And I don't care about morals
'Cause the word'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 And Your Sister lyrics
They say my love for you ain't real But you don't know how real it feels All I want to do Is to spend some time with you So I can hold you, hold you Your sister says that I'm no good I'd
you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride They say my love for you ain't real But you don't know how real it feels All I want to do Is to spend some time with you So I can hold you, hold you Your sister says that I'm no good I'd
He'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 filling your head
But you surely 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.