Bad Religion

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 its 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 pot
and a party that will never stop
I hope there's nothing wrong out there
I'm watching from my room inside my room