Postal Service, The - This Place Is A Prison текст песни

Inhaling thrills through $20 bills

And the tumblers are drained

And then flooded again and again



There are guards at the on-ramps

Armed to the teeth

And you may case the grounds

From the Cascades to Puget Sound

But you are not permitted to leave



I know there's a big world out there

Like the one I saw on the screen

In my living room late last night

It was almost too bright to see



And I know that it's not a party

If it happens every night

Pretending there's glamour and candelabra

When you're drinking by candlelight



What does it take to get a drink in this place?

What does it take, how long must I wait?