
Ballad of a Crystal Man Donovan
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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
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