It can be pretty safely assumed any song beginning with the words "It doesn't matter if we all die" isn't going to be about fluffy bunnies in the park. Admittedly if this was late-'80s Cure, one couldn't be so sure, but this comes from that band's monument to strung-out, freaked-out, and amped-up black depression, Pornography. The lead-off track to the album, shuddering to life with a combined live/drum machine percussion assault, it fully kicks in with a searing guitar line from Robert Smith, chiming and crying like a dark siren. Simon Gallup's bass and Lol Tolhurst's rhythm work pump up the doomy energy, avoiding the stereotype of gloom by roaring down to the end throughout its length, fragile keyboards adding to the overall air of rampant psychosis. As for Smith's lyrics, the initial kicker is further fed by a series of disturbing images of death, chaos, abuse, and more besides, his aching voice rarely so appropriate as on this track, right up to the wracked delivery of the title as a conclusion.