You say you want an imitation
Well you know
You all want to clone the world
You tell me that it’s a fixation
Well you know
You all want to fix the world
But when you talk about playing God
Don’t you know you can count me out
Don’t you know it’s gonna be your blight
Your blight, Your blight
You say you want to use an old tooth
Well you know
You’re a crazy science man
You ask me for a contribution
Well you know
That’s not up to man
But if you want DNA for people who’ve long been lost
All I can tell you is brother you’ll pay the cost
Don’t you know it’s gonna be your blight
Your blight, your blight....
BRAVO!!!
LOL. Good one!