From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"
There's somebody else in town
Who has the rarest find
He's always a yard sale ahead
I'm one garage behind
But try as I might
The gap ever widens
I'll never afford
A superlative hoard
The way he spends and spends cause
I am a Kollector
And I'm tormented by laughter of the piece I'll never get and
I am a Kollector
And I'm terrified I'll be buried with an incomplete set
My name has slid down the list
In the annual Who is Who
A twenty point font I get
While his is twenty two
The registry is catalogued by value
The editors mock
My dwindling stock
So I don't have to tell you that
I am a Kollector
And I'm tormented by laughter of the piece I'll never get and
I am a Kollector
And I'm terrified I'll be buried with an incomplete set
When I say Ooh
You say Ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
I am a Kollector
And I'm tormented by laughter of the piece I'll never get and
I am a Kollector
And I'm terrified I'll be buried with an incomplete set and
Copyright 2004 Zach London