Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Miscontrued in the mood for assistance
Flames fanned with compliance
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
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