Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours Lyrics
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of herSlashed her wrists, bored with lifeDidnt succeed, thank the lordFor small merciesFighting back the tears, mother reads the note againSixteen candles burn in her mindShe takes the blame, its always the sameShe goes down on her knees and praysI dont want to start any blasphemous rumoursBut I think that gods got a sick sense of humorAnd when I die I expect to find him laughingGirl of eighteen, fell in love with everythingFound new life in jesus christHit by a car, ended upOn a life support machineSummers day, as she passed awayBirds were singing in the summer skyThen came the rain, and once againA tear fell from her mothers eyeI dont want to start any blasphemous rumoursBut I think that gods got a sick sense of humorAnd when I die I expect to find him laughing