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