Crowds lyrics

Artist  : Bauhaus 
Song : Crowds



 Send "Crowds" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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 of 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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