The band that supported arctic monkeys were reverend and the makers and the lead singer recited this poem-
WHO REALLY RUNS THIS PLACE?!?
Descending in my flying saucer from some spot called outer space
I encountered you, well how dya do we're the human race
I've seen what you're about and how you act is a disgrace
N all this got me wondering who really runs this place?
I've only been here for a day or two and my snowman's disappeared
You ought to check the thermostat it's getting hot in here
No need for Will Smith, I mean no harm, i'm sure we can be mates
I was merely pondering who really runs this place?
And i've made like Phileas Fogg and i've been North, South, East and West
N I can't work out why seven percent own almost all the rest
I've visited your capital in the United States
But no one truly seems to know who really runs this place?
Your planet's large, but who's in charge, anarchy rules the roost
Christian meet Mohammed, have you two been introduced?
And I can't say **** but bombs are fine? Have you got any taste?
Take me to your leader man, who really runs this place?
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