This Place Is A Prison - The Postal Service

作词：Postal Service

作曲：Postal Service

This place is a prison

These people aren't your friends

Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills

And the tumblers are drained and then flooded

Again and again

There's guards at the onramps

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

And I know that it's not a party

If it happens every night

Pretending there's glamor and candelabra

When you're drinking by candlelight

And what does it take

To get a drink in this place

What does it take

How long must I wait

And 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