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 lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
