Letra This Place Is A Prison de The Postal Service

This place is a prison
These people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded
Again and again

There's 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 that I saw on the screen
In my living room late last night
It was almost too bright to see
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?
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What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?