Besedila: Billy Bragg. Feed of Man.

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