Blasphemous Rumours Songtext
von Depeche Mode

Girl of 16, 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
16 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 18, 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