Ballad of a Cyrstal Man

Walk along and talk 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 battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just 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 the wine of murdered negroes
Thinking not 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 reflecting

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 and curse your grins
I stand here with a fading dream

For seagull I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie