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