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.
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Ballad of a Crystal Man
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| Donovan Leitch |
