ballad of a crystal man

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. 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.