(Heaton/Rotheray) 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