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