Feed Of Man Lyrics - Billy Bragg

If you 

Beat up, butcher, and 

You bleed a man: 

If you bang up and badger and 

Blood let a man; 

And then I come along 

On the feet of man 

And half way laff and cry 'bout 

The meat of man, 

And I do what I can to 

Bale string and tie some ballad truths 

Up cured out 

For the feed of man 

And 

Folks try to tell me 

That it's on god's orders 

That you bleed your man; 

It's on god's good word that you 

Bleed your man; 

On god's plan print 

That you dead a man; 

Or you spit and curse and whip 

Your man; 

I say I'll help you fix and 

Squeeze yourself up a new kind of a god 

Of some kind; 

One that tells you 

Fertilyze and multyplye; 

One that 

Tells you: 

Outsow and outblow, 

Outplant and outgrow; 

Outdo, and outrun, and out climb, and out spread 

Every other tree and bush 

And brushy fruits and flower petals; 

Out fruit them all 

For the feed of man; 

Out stalk and out hunt and out think 

For god's own sweet sake, out think! out think! 

Out think the fruits 

Outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man! 

It you miss and go down 

Your dust will turn up on that long hot job 

Once more again 

To help in the feeding and the seed of man 

And not in the bleeding and the end of man.