What do you want of me 
What do you long from me 
slim Pixie, thin and forlorn 
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 of you in 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 [bad word] 
You fickle [bad word] 
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 
Away 
Walk away 
[repeat]