Auto Naughts

I never quite know why I do what I do
If you'd ask me I'd just make up an excuse
Auto pilot seems to always steer me true
Until I smell that I stepped in a pile of poo

I guess i oughta not do what I do when I do
I'm just an auto-naught doing what I was born to do
Yeah, I oughta not do what I do when I do
I guess we Auto-Naughts do what we're programed to
The Auto-Nots do what they do when they don't
Well, maybe we'll notice and maybe we won't

We're not quite sure what's programmed up there
In that big dark computer underneath our hair
We auto-naughts do what we're programmed to do
But we oughta not do what we do, what we do.
Yeah, the Autonaughts do...



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Writer(s): Joseph Lambert
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