Crowds

C                         Bm  Am
What do you want of me
Am                        Bm  C
What do you long from me
C                         Bm  Am
A slim pixie, thin and forlorn
Am                        G  F
A count, white and drawn
F                         Em Dm
What do you make of me
Dm                        Em F
What can you take from me
F                         Em Dm
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Dm                        Am Bm C
Let me rip you up and down

C                         Bm  Am
For you I came to forsake
Am                        Bm  C
Lay wide despise and hate
C                         Bm  Am
I sing of you in my demented songs
Am                        G  F
For you and your stimulations
F                         Em Dm
Take what you can of me
Dm                        Em F
Rip what you can off me
F                         Em Dm
And this Ill say to you
Dm                        Am Bm C
And hope that it gets through

C
You worthless bitch
C       Bm   Am
You fickle shit
Am
You will spit on me
Am              Bm   C
You will make me spit
C                       Bm  Am
And when the judas howl arise
Am                             Bm  C
And like the jesus jews you epitomize
C                           Bm  Am
Ill still be here as strong as you
Am                         Bm  C
And Ill walk away in spite of you

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