When the first one set up in operation
It was agreed it made some sense of the mess
Then came others with different alterations
And people argued over which was best
Set alight
The whole picture
Burn them bright
Failing satelites
Some said the colours of the many that followed
Were of a different and inferior kind
Those who agreed formed a kind of fan club
And planned to set their enemies to rights
So many there's so many
In our orbit up above us
Obscuring our views closing our minds
In our orbit up above us
All agreed the only answer
Shoot them down then put down our weapons
But there was one loved his own so
Pulled his gun and got everyone around