Atomic Garden- Lyrics - Generator - Bad Religion

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 and the blossoms 

I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend 

I like the Fourth of July 

When the 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 

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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 

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Come out to play 

Come out to play 

And we'll pretend it's Christmas day 

In my atomic garden 

I hope there's nothing wrong out there 

I'm watching from my room inside my room