Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Miscontrued in the mood for assistance
Flames fanned with compliance
We all have fallen foul
We all have fallen foul
And forced the striking hand
Indiscriminate and loathe
To now backtrack - see red and fight fast
Punishment is somehow
Always due somewhere down the line
Until this realisation dawns:
Spare the rod and you'll arise
Spare it! Spare the rod and you'll arise
A strong-arm is for bleak times
But spare this rod and arise
Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Miscontrued in the mood for assistance
Flames fanned with compliance
We all have fallen foul
We all have fallen foul
And forced the striking hand
Indiscriminate and loathe
To now backtrack - see red and fight fast
Flurries of blows to tenuously prove that dialogue
Rarely makes things right
Until this realisation dawns:
Talk it through, gain insight
Talk through! Talk it through, gain insight
A strong-arm is for bleak times
But talk it through, gain insight
So spare this rod and arise!