Bad Religion "Atomic Garden" letra

Atomic Garden

Everybody wants to dance in a playpenBut nobody wants to play in my gardenI see the hippies on an angry lineGuess they don't get my meaningI'm enchanted by the birds in my blossomsI'm enamored by young lovers on the weekendI like the Fourth of JulyWhen bombs start flashingAnd I wish I had a shiny red topA bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me upOr maybe something bigger that could really go pop!So I could make the gardening stopCome out to playCome out to playAnd we'll pretend it's Christmas DayIn my atomicAll my scientists are working on a deadlineSo my psychologist is working day and night timeThey say they know what's best for meBut they don't know what they're doingAnd I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev'cause I'd wiggle all nightLike jelly in a potAt leats he's got a garden with a fertile plotAnd a party that will never stopCome out to playCome out to playAnd we'll pretend it's Christmas DayIn my atomic...I hope there's nothing wrong out thereI'm watching from my room inside my roomCome out to playCome out to playCome out to playAnd we'll pretend its christmas day in my atomic garden

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