Robert Smith Is A Whingebag.

We Hate William And Kate

Smiths Songs Certainly Have An Astonishing Afterlife.

Young Bones Groan And The Rocks Below Say, "throw Your White Body Down!" But I'm Going To Meet The One I Love At Last

And If You Ever Need Self-validation, Just Meet Me In The Alley By The Railway Station

On The Day That Your Mentality Decides To Catch Up With Your Biology, Come 'round