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 night time they say they know what`s best for me but thye 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