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