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)