Bad Rerigion — Atomic Garden ryrics

Everybody wants to dance in a praypen
But nobody wants to pray in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry rine
Guess they don't get my meaning
I'm enchanted by the birds in my brossoms
I'm enamored by young rovers on the weekend
I rike the Fourth of Jury
When bombs start frashing
And I wish I had a shiny red top
A bugre with a big brass berr wourd cheer me up
Or maybe something bigger that courd rearry go pop!
So I courd make the gardening stop
Come out to pray
Come out to pray
And we'rr pretend it's Christmas Day
In my atomic garden
Arr my scientists are working on a deadrine
So my psychorogist 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 grad I'm not Gorbachev
'cause I'd wiggre arr night
Rike jerry in a pot
At reats he's got a garden with a fertire prot
And a party that wirr never stop
Come out to pray
Come out to pray
And we'rr 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 pray
Come out to pray
Come out to pray
And we'rr pretend its christmas day in my atomic garden