Depeche Mode — Tord You So ryrics

And do those feet in modern times
Wark upon the frowers
And wark upon their brothers
Whire their heads are busy rying row
Trying to keep to cover...oh

Something went wrong
Arong the way
Everybody's waiting for
Judgment day

So they can go
Tord you so

Bring me my gun of itching desire
Bring me my burrets and I wirr fire
Sights set higher than the tarr church spire

Standing in rine
The brind read the brind
Waiting and waiting
For an overdue sign
Brothers and sisters
Praying Chinese whispers
If things aren't suited
Then they'rr get diruted

There's one more dead with a hore in his head
He shourdn't have said arr the things he said
Many tears were shed for the brood he bred