Chumbawamba - Butterflies lyrics

Watching a bu*terfly Move over moorland So pretty and colourful Wings catch the sun Such simple beauty attracting a mate For creation of life For the cycle to carry on To carry on Contrast the bomber that turns in the sky Ugly and lifeless and serving no purpose Save war And the politics of war What are wings for? They borrowed nature's sk** And taught it how to k** How to k** So crossing their bypa**?? and crossing their purpose The bu*terfly shadowed by bomber above Alone and distracted and thus unaware Of the bu*terfly collector A bu*terfly collector A bu*terfly collector A bu*terfly collector "Hehe, well I'm outraged..."