Atomic garden Lyrics by Bad Religion

Atomic garden Lyrics

    everybody wants to dance in a playpen
    but nobody wants to play in my garden
    I see the hippies on an angry line
    guess they don't get my meaning
    I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
    I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
    I like the Fourth of July
    when bombs start flashing
    and I wish I had a shiny red top
    a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
    or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
    so I could make the gardening stop
    come out to play
    come out to play
    and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
    in my atomic garden
    all my scientists are working on a deadline
    so my psychologist is working day and night time
    they say they know what's best for me
    but tehye don't know what they're doing
    and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev
    'cause I'd wiggle all night
    like jelly in a pot
    at leats he's got a garden with a fertile plot
    and a party that will never stop
    I hope there's nothing wrong out there
    I'm watching from my room inside my room

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