The Postal Service
This Place Is a Prison
[Verse 1]
This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded
Again and again

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
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

[Bridge]
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take? How long must I wait?
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take? How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?