| Song | Candy Jail |
| Artist | Silver Jews |
| Album | Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 lemonlime | |
| 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 |
| 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 lemonlime | |
| 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 |