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Blasphemous Rumours

Depeche Mode30 Mar 2004

Blasphemous Rumours Lyrics

Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode (赶时髦乐队)

Written by:Martin L. Gore

Girl of sixteen

 

Whole life ahead of her

Slashed her wrists

 

Bored with life

Didn't 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

It's always the same

She goes down on her knees and prays

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

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

 

Summer's day

 

As she passed away

Birds were singing in the summer sky

Then came the rain

 

And once again

A tear fell from her mother's eye

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing

 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that god's got a sick sense of

Humour

 

And when I die I expect to find him laughing