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.      As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered Negroes   Think you not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow.   For seagull I don't want your wings,   I don't want your freedom in a lie.      On the quilted battlefield 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.