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   D'you think you are ready for that much power?   You lot? You lot?      Cheeky bastards, you're running around science like kids wi' guns   Creating a new world, while the one you've got is stinking   Go on, 'ands up, 'ands 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