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 joned the other side
And becausee 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 bunning of the Stock Exchamge 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 hamds, slap their backs amd 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
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 joned the other side And becausee 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 bunning of the Stock Exchamge 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 hamds, slap their backs amd 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 Explain Request ×
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