Bad Religion - Atomic Garden Lyrics
Everybody wants do dance in a playpen,But nobody wants to play in my garden.I see the hippies on an angry line,Guess they dont get my meaning,Im enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,Im enamored by young lovers on the weekend,I like the forth 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 stopCome out to play, come out to play,And well pretend its christmas dayIn my atomic gardenAll my scientists are working on a deadline,So my psychologist is working day and nighttime,They say they know whats best for me,But they dont know what theyre doing,And Im glad Im not gorbachev,cause Id wiggle all night,Like jelly in a pot,At least hes got a garden with a fertile plot,And a party that will never stop,I hope theres nothing wrong out there,Im watching from my room inside my room
