Blasphemous Rumors Songtext
von Depeche Mode

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 humor
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.