Bad Religion

^{A G A G A G A A} Ev ^G er ^A yb ^G od ^E y wants to dance in a play pen
^A Bu ^G t ^F no ^G body wants to play in my garden
^A I ^G se ^C e ^A th ^A e hippies on an angry line
^A Guess they don't get my meaning
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I'm enchanted by the birds and the blossoms
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
I like the Fourth of July
When bombs start flashing
^A An ^G d ^F I ^G wish I had a shiney, 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 Th ^E en ^A I could make the gardening stop
^A Co ^G me ^F o ^E ut to play, come out to play
^A An ^F d ^C we ^G 'l ^A l pretend it's Christmas day in my atomic
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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 they don't 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 fertle pot
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
^{G F G F G F G F G} I ^F ho ^G pe ^F there's nothing wrong out there
^G I ^F wa ^G tc ^F h ^A it ^G f ^F ro ^G m ^A th ^G e ^F ro ^E om ^A i ^G ns ^F id ^G e ^A my ^E r ^A oom