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ATOMIC GARDEN - Bad Religion
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A GX4
[A]ev[G]er[A]yb[G]ody wants do dance in a playpen,
[A]bu[G]t [F]no[G]body wants to play in my garden.
[A]I [G]se[C]e [F]the hippies on an angry line,
[G]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 Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
[A]an[G]d [F]I [G]wish I had a shiny red top,
[A]a [G]bu[F]gl[E]e with a big brass bell would cheer me up,
[A]or[G] m[F]ay[G]be something bigger that could really go pop!
[A]so[E] I[A] could make the gardening stop
[A]co[G]me[F] o[E]ut to play, come out to play,
[C]an[G]d [A]we[F]'ll pretend it's Christmas Day
[G]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 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,
[G]I [F]hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room
ATOMIC GARDEN - Bad Religion
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A GX4
[A]ev[G]er[A]yb[G]ody wants do dance in a playpen,
[A]bu[G]t [F]no[G]body wants to play in my garden.
[A]I [G]se[C]e [F]the hippies on an angry line,
[G]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 Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
[A]an[G]d [F]I [G]wish I had a shiny red top,
[A]a [G]bu[F]gl[E]e with a big brass bell would cheer me up,
[A]or[G] m[F]ay[G]be something bigger that could really go pop!
[A]so[E] I[A] could make the gardening stop
[A]co[G]me[F] o[E]ut to play, come out to play,
[C]an[G]d [A]we[F]'ll pretend it's Christmas Day
[G]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 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,
[G]I [F]hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room
