This Place Is A Prison — текст песни (The Postal Service)

This place is a prison

And this 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 be 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?



[Thanks to pardonsheryl@yahoo.com for these lyrics]