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Skyclad — Science Never Sleeps

Science never sleeps — so I’m singing it a lullabye,
Of wolves in sheeps clothing — devils in disguise,
And lab coats draped over big black lies.

They cover their stupidity by calling it ‘Stupology’,
Rearrange your world without one word of an apology.
Make a man-made-soul so small it fits inside your pocket,
When you die they’ll shoot it up to heaven in a rocket.

We’ve made tomorrow’s world — a Nirvana for the damned.
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — Mother Earth on Fatherland?
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — we’re the cause and the effect,
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — could George Orwell be correct?

Science never sleeps — so I’m singing it a lullabye,
Of wolves in sheeps clothing — devils in disguise,
And lab-coats draped over big black lies.
Science never weeps — for the life beneath the microscope.
We are the human amoebae that helplessly float,
In a final solution — suspended in hope.

Let me show you something hideous,
Insidious, creeping and libidinous.
The worst laid plans of men with mice,
Wielding scalpels — laboratory sacrifice.

Great for the economy — destroying our ecology.
Unscrupulous, malicious — yet chemically delicious.

Science never sleeps — so I’m singing it a lullabye,
Of wolves in sheeps clothing — devils in disguise,
And lab-coats draped over big black lies.
Science never weeps — for the life beneath the microscope.
We are the human amoebae that helplessly float,
In a final solution — suspended in hope.

Will we shiver in dark centuries of cryogenic winter,
Or be vapourized to ashes when atoms start to splinter?
A case of heads or tails — it’s their coin so they can choose,
Breed creatures born with two of either so they cannot lose.

We’ve made tomorrow’s world — a Nirvana for the damned.
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — Mother Earth on Fatherland?
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — we’re the cause and the effect,
We’ve made tomorrow’s world — could George Orwell be correct?

Science never sleeps — so I’m singing it a lullabye,
Of wolves in sheeps clothing — devils in disguise,
And lab-coats draped over big black lies.
Science never weeps — for the life beneath the microscope.
We are the human amoebae that helplessly float,
In a final solution — suspended in hope.

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