This Place Is A Prison

This place is a prison
And these people arent your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
And again
Therre 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 theres 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 its not a party if it happens every night
Pretending theres glamour and candelabra
When youre drinking by candlelight
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must i wait?