From the album fairytale

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.