Angry Birds - Beans On Toast

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