I'm walking through these pastures    I'm picking up sweet fruit    I'm shaking hands with people    That previously I'd shoot    But nothing will dissuade me    Nothing will dilute    I want to execute    I want to execute       And you tend to meet a lot of scum en route    It doesn't mean you've joined the other side    And because I still wear shorts and my smile is oh so cute    It doesn't mean I'll run away and hide       To a world where the leaders finally confess    (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes)    To the burning of the Stock Exchange and bombing of the press    (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes)       I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, I think the answer's yes       I'm walking through these corridors    Where crime meets pantomime    They're laughing and they're drinking    On the swill of overtime    And no-one seems to know about    The death-wish that they've signed    Ah, life's unkind    Ah, life's unkind       And they see me as a potential new recruit    They rub their hands, slap their backs and smile    But I still wear suspenders underneath my business suit    So needn't worry about me for a while       So to a world without hunger, where royalty face death    (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes)    To the breaking down of barriers of North, South,    East and West    (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes)       I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, I think the answer's yes    I think the answer's yes, yes, yes, I think the answer's yes       And no-one seems to know about    The death-wish that they've signed    Ah, life's unkind    Ah, life's unkind    Life's unkind, life's unkind    From poor old U2 to poor old Simple Minds    No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class    Rope or gas, rope or gas, rope or gas    No amnesty for murderers of poor old working class    Rope or gas, rope or gas