Rare Depeche Mode The Rumour ( Blasphemous Rumours, 1984)

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didn t succeed, thank the Lord For small mercies 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 I don t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God s got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing I don t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God s got a sic