Cloning bloody cloning

Ok, now its Black Sabbath's turn

Forgive me Ozzy, Iommi, Butler and Ward

Cloning bloody cloning

you've seen plates through distressed eyes
you know you had to burn
the execution of your plans
did really have to turn
the day is done, the plates are old
the boss begins to show
the truth is out the boss is mad
but you don't want to know


nobody will ever let you clone
when your ask the reasons why
they just tell you that you're on your own
fill your cells all full of crap

the bacteria who have crippled you
you want to see them grow
the gates of lab are closed on you
and now there's no return
you're wishing that the hands of tech
would take your problem away
and you dont care if you don't see again
the light of day

nobody will ever let you clone
when your ask the reasons why
they just tell you that you're on your own
fill your cells all full of crap


where can you run to?
what more can you do?
no colonies tomorrow
labwork is killing you
dreams turn to nightmares
death turns to cells
burned out with experimentation
nothing more to plate

everyone around you
mocks at the cloning too
god knows and your boss knows
no more BLAST for you
cloning bloody cloning
nothing more in life
cloning just for living
living just for cloning