(Verse 1) The tavern door creaks on a rusted hinge, A welcome sign,a familiar tinge. But behind the bar,with a porcelain gleam, A smile is stitched like a waking dream. Don't call it mud,this floor so clean, It's where the silent prayers are unseen. He scrubs the glass with a careful hand, And watches the sinners infest the land. Hawk,the good boy, the helpful swine, Polishing the surface of the bottom line. (Chorus) Oh,Hawk is waiting, ever so still, His hollow belly never will fill. He doesn't root in the muck and the mire, He stokes a far more permanent fire. He collects the dregs of your Gluttony's feast, And leers at the Avarice of man and of beast. A clean little pig in a neat little apron, Guarding the door to a world forsaken. (Verse 2) He sees the Lust in a drunken gaze, A whispered promise in the tavern's haze. He sweeps up the pride,the broken and shattered, The vanity of battles that truly never mattered. He smells the Envy,a bitter perfume, Festering thick in the gathering gloom. He notes the Sloth in the corner,asleep, Promises made that they never will keep. And all the while,his eyes are so bright, Reflecting the Wrath that consumes the night. (Chorus) Oh,Hawk is waiting, ever so still, His hollow belly never will fill. He doesn't root in the muck and the mire, He stokes a far more permanent fire. He collects the dregs of your Gluttony's feast, And leers at the Avarice of man and of beast. A clean little pig in a neat little apron, Guarding the door to a world forsaken. (Bridge) He doesn't eat slop,no, his diet is pure, The sins you discard,he will endure. He's the quiet consumer,the final receipt, For every transgression,for every deceit. His trotters tap on the spotless floor, A patient beast at Hell's own door. He works for the Captain,a dangerous game, But Hawk is the end of it,just the same. (Outro) So order your drink,and laugh and pretend, That your story has a happy end. But when last call comes and the lights all die, Meet Hawk's smile with a terrified eye. For his job isn't serving,it's to finally collect, The soul's final debt,with no disrespect. A polite little pig...with an appetite. Goodnight.
