Crowds Lyrics

Crowds lyrics

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

...