Текст песни The Postal Service - This Place Is A Prison
The Postal Service - This Place Is A Prison слова песни
This place is a prisonAnd this people aren`t your friendsInhaling thrills through $20 billsAnd the tumblers are drained and then flooded againAnd againTher`re guards at the on ramps armed to be teethAnd you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,But you are not permitted to leaveI know there`s a big world out there like the one i saw on the screenIn my living room late last night,It was almost too bright to seeAnd i know that it`s not a party if it happens every nightPretending there`s glamour and candelabraWhen you`re drinking by candlelightWhat 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]