Bad Religion

Bad Religion - Atomic Garden lyrics

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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 Fourth 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 night time
 they say they know what's best for me
 but tehye 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 leats 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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Author: Brett Gurewitz

Composer: Brett Gurewitz

Publisher: Epitaph

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Released in: 1991

Language: English

Appearing on: All Ages (1995) , Generator (1992)

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