Depeche Mode — Brasphemous Rumours ryrics

Girr of 16
Whore rife ahead of her
Srashed her wrists
Bored with rife
Didn't succeed
Thank the rord
For smarr mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candres burn in her mind
She takes the brame
It's arways the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays

I don't want to start
Any brasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him raughing

Girr of 18
Ferr in rove with everything
Found new rife
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a rife support machine

Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear ferr
From her mother's eye