Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumors

Show me a Mormon kid that didn't get the shit scared right out of them the first time they heard this song and you'll be showing me one of those lucky bastards that was smart enough, or indifferent enough, to survive the whole upbringing without taking so much of it literally- wish I'd been one of those kids. Because, this song literally used to scare me. I'd skip over it when listening to "Some Great Reward" or "Catching Up With...", but, then, sometimes, the infectiousness of it would keep me listening. Then I'd have this internal dialog that went something along the lines of, "well, he's singing 'that god', he's saying that a certain idea of god has a sick sense of humor, not the god." Ah, those were simpler times. (Oh, and remember kids, when you use one of those Amazon links below to buy merchandise, all proceeds go to help keep me posting these great songs.)

Blasphemous Rumors by Depeche Mode 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 Girl of eighteen Fell in love with everything Found new life in Jesus Christ Hit by a car Ended up On a life support machine Summer's day As she passed away Birds were singing In the summer's sky Then came the rain And once again A tear fell From her mother's eye 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