Feed of Man Billy Bragg

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