Atomic Garden — текст песни (Bad Religion)

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