They have stolen from us one last time.
Tonight is the night we attack and fly
And they shall pay for this grievous crime
Now is the moment those green bastards die.

We hear the mighty sprang as we soar
Hitting them in clusters and hitting them hard
The loud squeal bellows as they are no more
With every brick crushing them and every shard.

Destroying the thieving green pigs and their very lives
We cannot express our happiness in words
As we tell about how we cut through the air like knives
However we had no choice, they made us the Angry Birds