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 bitch Em You fickle shit 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)
