Bad Religion Atomic Garden текст песни, слова песни Atomic Garden Bad Religion
Bad Religion - Atomic Garden
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
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,
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we'll pretend its Christmas day
in my atomic
I hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we'll pretend its Christmas day
In my atomic
GARDEN
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