Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life!
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say, and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
He's been waiting all along.
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life!
they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
He's been waiting all along.
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life,
they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say, and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
He's been waiting all along.
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes his electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are laughing.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life,
they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say, and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right and wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
God's been waiting all along.
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes his electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
'...tell Sid, "The Big Picture."'
(from the Movie 'Creator,'
starring Peter O'Toole)
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life!
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
God's been waiting all along.
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life!
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say, and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
God's been waiting all along.
With four arms and four legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Creator
Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life!
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)
Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say and who is right,
a priori or empirical?
We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?
We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
God's been waiting all along.
With three arms and four legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?