Well, I found the gold at the end of the candied rainbow
The crumbling gold paint that fades from all I know
And somehow, I always knew that I would sink this low
But I kept looking for somewhere else to gow
It doesn’t make any sense, this rotting corpse of my life
And don’t I wish that I’d let you turn out the lights
But we spent too much time separating wrong from right
So here at the end, it’s too late to see how it’s so trite
But doesn’t the world already have too many frowns?
And shouldn’t a few ups follow all the downs?
Why can’t we smile once in a while in this town?
Then we could turn our pitfalls upside down
Go on and shake your head, now that I’m dead
Never knowing where this path might have led
Swimming through pools of bubbling red
I could go on, but now it’s time for bed.
The misspelling at the end of the fourth line is a somewhat sarcastic use of poetic license, making fun of the embarrassing inconsistencies in the English language.