Bauhaus - Crowds

^GWhat do you want of me ^EmWhat do you long from me ^GA slim Pixie, thin and forlorn ^EmA count, white and drawn ^CWhat do you make of me ^AmWhat can you take from me ^CPallid landscapes off my frown ^AmLet me rip you up and down

^GFor you I came to forsake ^EmLay wide despise and hate ^GI sing of you in my demented songs ^EmFor you and your stimulations ^CTake what you can of me ^AmRip what you can off me ^CAnd this I'll say to you ^AmAnd hope that it gets through

^GYou worthless bitch Yo^Emu fickle shit You would spit on me You wo^Guld make me spit And wh^Emen the Judas hour arrives And like^G the Jesus Jews you epitomize I'll sti^Emll be here as strong as you And I'll^G walk away in spite of you ^EmAnd^G I'll walk away Walk away (repeat)