Текст песни Bad Religion - Atomic Garden
Bad Religion - Atomic Garden слова песни
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 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 nighttime
they say they know what`s best for me
but they don`t know what there 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