I Think the Answer's Yes
The Beautiful SouthVersion1
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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
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
Lyrics C 1990 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission.
Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
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'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 thay signed
Ah, life's unkind
Ah, life's unkind
And they see me as 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)
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)
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 murders of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas
No amnesty for murders of poor old working class
Rope or gas, rope or gas
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Readable chord sheet for I Think the Answer's Yes by The Beautiful South
[C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Am] [F] [G] [C] [Am]I'm wa[F]lking through these pa[C]stures I'm [G]picking up sweet [Am]fruit I'm [F]shaking hands with [G]people That [C]previously I'd [Am]shoot But [F]nothing will dis[C]suade me [G]Nothing will [Am]dilute [F]I [G] [C]want to exe[Am]cute [F]I [C] [G]want to exe[Am]cute And you [Dm]tend to meet a [G]lot of scum en [C]ro[F]ute It [Dm]doesn't mean you've [F]joined the other [C]side [G] And [Dm]because I still wear [G]shorts and my [C]smile is oh so [F]cute It [Dm]doesn't mean I'll [G]run away and [C]hide [G] To a [C]world where the [F]leaders [G]finally [C]confess (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes) To the [C]burning of the [F]Stock Exchange and [G]bombing of the [C]press (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes) [end Chorus] I [C]think the answer's [F]yes, yes, yes, I [G]think the answer's [C]yes [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Am]I'm [F]walking through these [C]corridors Where [G]crime meets panto[Am]mime They're [F]laughing and they're [G]drinking On the [C]swill of over[Am]time And [F]no-one seems to [C]know about The [G]death-wish that they've [Am]signed [F]Ah[G], [C] life's un[Am]kind [F]Ah[C], [G] life's un[Am]kind And they [Dm]see me as a [G]potential new re[C]cru[F]it They [Dm]rub their hands, [F]slap their backs and [C]smile [G] But [Dm]I still wear sus[G]penders under[C]neath my business [F]suit So [Dm]needn't worry a[G]bout me for a [C]while [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Am] [F] [G] [C] [Am]And [F]no-one seems to [C]know about The [G]death-wish that they've [Am]signed [F]Ah[G], [C] life's un[Am]kind [F]Ah[C], [G] life's un[Am]kind [G] [Am] Life's un[G]kind, life's un[Am]kind >From[G] poor old U2 to[Am] poor old Simple Minds No [G]amnesty for murderers of [Am]poor old working class [G] Rope or [Am]gas, rope or [G]gas, rope or [Am]gas No [G]amnesty for murderers of [Am]poor old working class Rope or [G]gas, rope or [Am]gas [G] [Am] Lyrics C 1990 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission. Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury Suggestions and corrections are always welcome! date: 95/10/15 [Am]I'm wa[F]lking through these pas[Cmaj7]tures I'm pi[G]cking up sweet fr[Am]uit I'm sha[F]king hands with pe[G]ople That prev[C]iously I'd sh[Am]oot But not[F]hing will di[Cmaj7]ssuade me Not[G]hing will di[Am]lute [F]I [G]wa[C]nt to exe[Am]cute [F]I [G]wa[C]nt to exe[Am]cute And you t[Dm]end to meet a l[G]ot of scum en [C]rout[F]e It do[Dm]esn't mean you've jo[G]ined the other [C]side [G] And be[Dm]cause I still wear sh[G]orts and my sm[C]ile is oh so c[F]ute It do[Dm]esn't mean, I'll r[G]un away and [C]hide [G] To a wo[C]rld where the le[F]aders f[G]inally c[C]onfess (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes) To the bur[C]ning of the S[F]tock Exchange and b[G]ombing of the [C]press I th[C]ink the answer's [F]yes, I [G]think the answer's[C] yes [Am]I'm wa[F]lking through these co[Cmaj7]rridors Where cr[G]ime meets pan[Am]tomime They're lau[F]ghing and they're dri[G]nking On the sw[C]ill of ov[Am]ertime And no-[F]one seems to [Cmaj7]know about The de[G]ath-wish that thay s[Am]igned [F]Ah[G], [C]life's un[Am]kind [F]Ah[G], [C]life's un[Am]kind And they [Dm]see me as pot[G]ential new r[C]ecru[F]it They [Dm]rub their hands, s[G]lap their backs and[C] smile [G] But[Dm] I still wear susp[G]enders under[C]neath my business s[F]uit So n[Dm]eedn't worry ab[G]out me for a [C]while [G] So to a wo[C]rld without h[F]unger, where r[G]oyalty face [C]death (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes) To the bre[C]aking down of ba[F]rriers of [G]North, South, East a[C]nd West (I th[C]ink the answer's [F]yes, I [G]think the answer's[C] yes) So to a wo[C]rld without h[F]unger, where r[G]oyalty face [C]death (I think the answer's yes, I think the answer's yes) To the bre[C]aking down of ba[F]rriers of [G]North, South, East a[C]nd West (I th[C]ink the answer's [F]yes, I [G]think the answer's[C] yes) [Am]And no[F]-one seems to know [Cmaj7]about The de[G]ath-wish that they've s[Am]igned [F]Ah[G], [C]life's un[Am]kind [F]Ah[G], [C]life's un[Am]kind Life's unkind, life's unkind From poor old U2 to poor old Simple Minds No amnesty for murders of poor old working class Rope or gas, rope or gas No amnesty for murders of poor old working class Rope or gas, rope or gas