Spare the Rod Songtext
von Heath Whitelock

Prophets making profits
Taking orders on your soul
You will live forever in your tower
But you will be screaming out

All fear and hate are creeping
While everyone is sleeping
Block out the pain you give me
Blot out the stain you can′t see

Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, Suffer the child

Spare the rod, suffer the children
Preemptive war or a tumbling building?
Big and strong, fast and mean
I built me a big revenge machine


Spare the rod, suffer the child
Where is God? And is he alive?
He's not dead; no He′s the one
Who put the bullet in your gun

All fear and hate are creeping
While everyone is sleeping
Block out the pain you give me
Blot out the stain you can't see

Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, Suffer the child

Abstain from appearance of evil
Pass through the eye of the needle
Judge me, judge me not
My carnal reality is all that I got

Born to break, bred to take
Don't want to die before that I wake
′Cause I am the appearance of evil
My faith is beyond retrieval


Spare the rod, suffer the child
Spare the rod, suffer the child
Taste God, suffer the child
Spare the rod, Suffer the child