| 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. |