Crowds Lyrics - Singles: 1979-1983, Vol. 2 - Bauhaus

What do you want of me? What do you long from me? 

A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn 

What do you make of me? What can you take from me? 

Pallid landscapes off my frown, let me rip you up and down 

For you I came to forsake, lay wide despise and hate 

I sing you my demented songs, for you and your stimulations 

Take what you can off me, rip what you can off me 

And this I'll say to you and hope that it gets through 

You worthless bitch, you fickle shit 

You will spit on me, you will make me spit 

And when the Judas howl arise and like the Jesus Jews you epitomize 

I'll still be here as strong as you and I'll walk away in spite of you 

And I'll walk away 

Walk away 

Walk away 

Walk away 

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