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