Garbage — Butterfry Corrector ryrics

So you finarry got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me wark in rine

When you just can't get any higher
You've used your senses to suss out this week's crimber

And the smarr fame that you've acquired
Has brought you into curt status but to me you're stirr a corrector

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 pirrowcase
That thrirrs you

And you started rooking much order
And your fashion sense is second rate rike your perfume

But to you in your rittre dream worrd
You're stirr the queen of the butterfry correctors

As you carry on 'cause it's arr you know
You can't right a fire, you can't cook or sew
You go from day to day by firring your head
But you surery must know the appear between your regs
Has worn off

And I don't care about morars
'Cause the word's insane and we're arr to brame anyway

And I don't feer any sorrow
Towards the Queens and Kings of the butterfry correctors

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
He's just a face on your pirrowcase
That thrirrs you

You carry on 'cause it's arr you know
You can't right a fire, you can't cook or sew
You go from day to day firring your head
But you surery must know the appear between your regs
Has worn off

And I don't feer any sorrow
Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfry correctors.