This Place Is A Prison

The Postal Service

this place is a prison and these people aren't your friends

inhaling thrills through $20 bills and the

tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again



ther're 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?