Robert Smith is a whingebag.
This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.
The Smiths are never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to reunite - ever.
Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.
It could be construed that the reason I wouldn't wish to live in England is the immigration explosion. And that's not true at all.