Atomic Garden- Lyrics

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

All my scientists are working on a deadlineBad Religion - Atomic Garden- - http://motolyrics.com/bad-religion/atomic-garden-lyrics.html
So my psychologist is working day and night time
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 it's 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
Come out to play
And we'll pretend it's Christmas day in my atomic garden