You Lot

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