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