Strong-Arm

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 So spare this rod and arise!