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. 
False Eagle 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. 
False Eagle 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. 
False Eagle 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. 
Eagle 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. 
False Eagle 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  [bad word] your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream. 
False Eagle I don't want your wings, 
I don't want your freedom in a lie.