Текст песни Bad Religion - Atomic Garden
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Текст песни Bad Religion - Atomic Garden
everybody wants to dance in a playpenbut nobody wants to play in my gardenI see the hippies on an angry lineguess they don't get my meaningI'm enchanted by the birds in my blossomsI'm enamored by young lovers on the weekendI like the Fourth of July( )when bombs start flashingand I wish I had a shiny red topa bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me upor maybe something bigger that could really go pop!so I could make the gardening stopcome out to playcome out to playand we'll pretend it's Christmas Dayin my atomic gardenall my scientists are working on a deadlineso my psychologist is working day and night time