The Ring of Truth

This place is a prison, these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again
There's 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
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.

Song by The Postal Service.