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From the album fairytale |
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Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely |
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But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy. |
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For seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |
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Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver, |
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I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words. |
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For seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |
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On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin |
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The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win. |
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For seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |
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As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes |
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Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow. |
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Seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |
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I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly |
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And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting. |
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For seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |
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Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen |
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Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream. |
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For seagull I don't want your wings, |
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I don't want your freedom in a lie. |