Song lyrics Blasphemous rumours by Depeche Mode

Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didnīt 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
Itīs always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays

I donīt want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that Godīs
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

Summerīs day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her motherīs eye