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Bad Religion – Atomic Garden

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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 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 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 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 nighttime,
They say they know what´s best for me,
But they 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 least 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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