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