Bauhaus – Crowds (Ukulele)

F
What do you want of me 

Dm
What do you long from me 

F
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn 

Dm
A 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 

F
For you I came to forsake 

Dm
Lay wide despise and hate 

F
I sing of you in my demented songs 

Dm
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 

F
You worthless bitch

	Dm 
You fickle shit 

			F
You would make me spit 

			Dm
And when the Judas hour arrives 

				F
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize 

				Dm
I'll still be here as strong as you 

				F
And I'll walk away in spite of you 

Dm F 
And I'll walk away