Depeche Mode
Blasphemous Rumours (Letra, Escuchar Audio, Videos)
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 humour And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that Gods 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
Summers day As she passed away Birds were singing in the summer 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 humour And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
