Blasphemous Rumours (Single Version)

Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode

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 sixth 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 sixth 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 sixth 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 sixth 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 sixth 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 sixth 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 sixth sense of humour

And when I die I expect to find him laughing