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Atomic Garden
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Written by: Brett Gurewitz
Released in: 1991
BPM: 176
Lyrics
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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 deadline,
So my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
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 the room inside my room.

Come out to play, come out to play,
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
In my atomic garden!

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