A 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, I think you might have lost the plot
I like my women peaceful, generous and kind
But lately my iPhone's been fucking with my mind
And lately I've been ignoring her
I been tapping on my phone when I should have been there
And tapping on a phone means no conversation, ignoring everybody else around you but the catapult it needs one more flick and there's a new high score that gotta be beat
Well birds is a metaphor for women, like it or not
And if you like your women angry, I think you might 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
Brainwashing us with our mobile phones until the boredom steals our soul when we've all got fragile minds you see the Angry Bird 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 might have lost the plot
I like my women peaceful, generous and kind
But lately my iPhone's been fucking with my mind