Pain works on a sliding scalenSo does pleasure in a candy jailnTrue love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. LauderdalenI came all this way to see your gravenTo see your life as written paraphrasednI have tried be it is written in the furnace of afflictionnThis is what you couldn’t facennLife in a candy jailnPeppermint barsnPeanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow wallsnWhere the guards are gracious nAnd the grounds are grandnAnd the warden keeps the data on your favorite brandsnnJelly beans and cookie doughnCountry restroom on a radionI got a number on my namenIt’s hard to rise above the shamenI’m a branded man made in the moldnnThese terms engulf the waking mind.nLike cherry, grape and lemon-limenLike candy corn and licoricenLike bubble gum and Swedish fishnIt happens to me all the timennLiving in a candy jailnWith peppermint barsnPeanut brittle bunk bedsnAnd marshmallow wallsnnWhere the guards are graciousnAnd the grounds are grandnAnd the warden really listensnAnd he understands