Crowds
Bauhaus
A
What do you want of me
F#m
What do you long from me
A
B slim Pixie, thin and forlorn
F#m
B count, white and drawn
D
What do you make of me
Bm
What can you take from me
D
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Bm
Let me rip you up and down
A
For you I came to forsake
F#m
Lay wide despise and hate
A
I sing of you in my demented songs
F#m
For you and your stimulations
D
Take what you can of me
Bm
Rip what you can off me
D
And this I'll say to you
Bm
And hope that it gets through
A
You worthless bitch
F#m
You fickle shit
You would spit on me
A
You would make me spit
F#m
And when the Judas hour arrives
A
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
F#m
I'll still be here as strong as you
A
And I'll walk away in spite of you
F#m A
And I'll walk away
Walk away
(repeat)