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   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 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 God's 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.