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 gla*ses 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.