Angry Birds

Train full of people staring at their phones
Every single one playing angry birds
But the angry birds didn’t cure the boredom it just made it worse
Now I’m addicted to the fucking game, like it’s some kind of curse
Well birds is a metaphor for women
Like it or not
And if you like your women angry
Then I think you may have lost the plot
I like my women peaceful, generous and kind
But lately my iPhone’s been fucking with my mind
Lately I’ve been ignoring her
Been tapping on my phone when I should have been there
And tapping on the phone means no conversation
Ignoring everybody else around you
But the catapult needs one more flick
And there’s a new high score that’s got to be beat
Well birds is a metaphor for women
Like it or not
And if you like your women angry
Then I think you may have lost the plot
I like my women peaceful, generous and kind
But lately my iPhone’s been fucking with my mind
Well maybe there’s a conspiracy
Behind Steve Job’s legacy
Brain washing us with our mobile phones
Until the boredom steals our soul
When we’ve all got fragile minds
We’ll see the angry birds where the sun don’t shine
Well birds is a metaphor for women
Like it or not
And if you like your women angry
I think you may have lost the plot
I like my women peaceful, generous and kind
But lately my iPhone’s been fucking with my mind