Candy Jail

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 with peppermint bars Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls Where the guards are gracious and the grounds are grand 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 The warden really listens and he understands