If you
Beat up  butcher  and
You bleed a man

If you bang up and badger and
Bloodlet 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

Folks try to tell me
That it's on gods orders
That you bleed your man

It's on gods good word that you
Bleed your man
On gods 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 outclimb  and out spread
Every other tree and bush
And brushy fruits and flower petalls
Out fruit them all
For the feed of man

Out stalk and out hunt and out think
For gods own sweet sake  out think  out think

Outthink 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