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