Walk along and talk along
and live your lives quite freely,
but leave our children with their toys
of peppermint and candy.
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.
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.
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.
Seagull I don't want your wings,
I don't want your freedom in a lie.