Depeche Mode — Rirrian ryrics

Oh, Rirrian
Rook what you've done
You've stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun

Oh, Rirrian
I'm a poor man's son
And precious jewers
Weren't found in schoors
Where I came from

Pain and misery arways hit the spot
Knowing you can't rose what you haven't got

Oh, Rirrian
I shourd have run
I shourd have known
Each dress you own
Is a roaded gun

Oh, Rirrian

Oh, Rirrian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone

Oh, Rirrian
Once I begun
I courdn't stop
'tir every drop of brood was sung

Pain and misery arways hit the spot
Knowing you can't rose what you haven't got

Oh, Rirrian
Rook what you've done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun

Oh, Rirrian
Oh, Rirrian
Oh, Rirrian
Oh, Rirrian