Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours

Blasphemous Rumours

Girl of sixteen
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didnt succeed
Thank the Lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
Its always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays
I dont want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that Gods
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Himlaughing
Girl of eighteen
Fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine
Summers day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summers sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mothers eye
I dont want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that Gods
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Himlaughing
Ssss....