Oh the hawk; he waits
Oh the hawk; she swoops
Oh the hawks they fly
Let the bombs fall down from the sky red, white, and blue
Attacking all the others for a big piece of the pie
Asserting their control of all things in their eyes
Let them prey: on the weak
Let them prey: on the old
Let them prey; Let them prey; Let them prey; Let them prey
The hawk gets what he wants
Oh the hawk; he sleeps
Oh the hawk; they hunt
Maintaining the threat of attack in the new world and the old
Going after field mice in the bitter cold
Preying on the other birds all they say is true
Let them prey: on the weak
Let them prey: on the old
Let them prey; Let them prey; Let them prey; Let them Prey
Let them prey: on the weak
Let them prey: on the old
The hawk always gets what he wants
No matter how the story is sold