Crowds
Bauhaus
G
What do you want of me
Em
What do you long from me
G
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn
Em
A count, white and drawn
C
What do you make of me
Am
What can you take from me
C
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Am
Let me rip you up and down
G
For you I came to forsake
Em
Lay wide despise and hate
G
I sing of you in my demented songs
Em
For you and your stimulations
C
Take what you can of me
Am
Rip what you can off me
C
And this I'll say to you
Am
And hope that it gets through
G
You worthless b***h
Em
You fickle s**t
You would spit on me
G
You would make me spit
Em
And when the Judas hour arrives
G
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
Em
I'll still be here as strong as you
G
And I'll walk away in spite of you
Em G
And I'll walk away
Walk away
(repeat)
