You beat up a butcher and you bleed a man   You bang up and badger and blood let a man   Then I come along on the feet of man   And half way laugh 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 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 skip and curse and whip your man      I say, "I'll help you squeeze and fix yourself   Up a, a new kind of God of some kind"      One that tells you, fertilize and multiply   One that tells you, outsow and outflow   Outplant and outgrow, outdo, and outrun   And outclimb, and outspread      Every other tree and bush and brushy fruits and flower petals   Outfruit them all for the feed of man      Oh outstalk and outhunt and outthink   For God's own sweet sake, outthink, outthink   Outthink the fruits, outgrow these animal kind   And shapes of man, if 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