Pain works on a sliding scale   So does pleasure in a candy jail   True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale   I came all this way to see your grave   To see your life as written paraphrased   I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction   This is what you couldn’t face      Life in a candy jail   Peppermint bars   Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls   Where the guards are gracious    And the grounds are grand   And the warden keeps the data on your favorite brands      Jelly beans and cookie dough   Country restroom on a radio   I got a number on my name   It’s hard to rise above the shame   I’m a branded man made in the mold      These terms engulf the waking mind.   Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime   Like candy corn and licorice   Like bubble gum and Swedish fish   It happens to me all the time      Living in a candy jail   With peppermint bars   Peanut brittle bunk beds   And marshmallow walls      Where the guards are gracious   And the grounds are grand   And the warden really listens   And he understands