Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance
Miscontrued in the mood for $$#istance
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 $$#istance
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


So spare this rod and arise!