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