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