We are born with instincts which keep us alive These instincts we have are what help us survive If we feel cold we'll sit by the fire If our mouth's dry and parched, water's what we desire
If we start yawning then we'll toddle off to bed If our stomach start's rumbling we'll try to get fed If the sun beats down fiercely, then we'll hunt for some shade These instincts we have are with what we are made
But what if we had an instinct which was instinctively wrong We had an instinct which did not help us along An instinct that told us the wrong thing to do An instinct which gave us a mistaken cue
We followed this instinct by night and by day Although it turned our skin a tinge of yellowy grey We smoked packet after packet after packet after packet Although from our lungs emerged a cacophonous racket