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?