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