Ballad Of A Crystal Man (vers. 1) Paroles

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