You are becoming Gods There's a new master of creation, and it's you You've unraveled DNA And at the same time, you're cultivating Bacteria strong enough to kill every living thing You think you're ready for that much power? You lot? You lot?
Cheeky bastards. You're running around science like kids with guns Creating a new world, while the one you've got is stinking Go on, Hands up, Hands up anyone who thinks you've got it right Yeah, there's always one I can see you If you want the position of God, then take the responsibility