Ballad Of A Crystal 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