מילים לשיר Feed Of Man – Wilco

If you beat up, you butcher, and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood
And then I come along On the feet of man And halfway laugh and cry About the meat of man And I do what I can
To bale string and tie Some ballad truths Up and 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 spit 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 One that tells you
Fertilize and multiply Outsow and outblow
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 Outstalk and outhunt and outthink For God's own sweet sake, outthink! Outthink! Outthink the fruits
Outgrow these animal kinds 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.