Blasphemous Rumours [Single Edit]

[Verse 1: Dave Gahan]
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord
For small mercies

[Verse 2: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Verse 3: Dave Gahan]
Girl of еighteen, fell in love with evеrything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine

[Verse 4: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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

[Chorus: Dave Gahan]
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