Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?

Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?

Maybe it's me, but this line isn't going anywhere

Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor

Find yourself a backdoor

I see you in line, dragging your feet

You have my sympathy

The day you were born, you were born free

That is your privilege

Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me

Doesn't have a clue why he is waiting or what he's waiting for?

Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy

Maybe if I looked in my heart, I could find a backdoor

Find yourself a backdoor

I see you in line, dragging your feet

You have my sympathy

The day you were born, you were born free

That is your

That is your privilege

Find yourself a backdoor

I see you in line, dragging your feet

You have my sympathy

The day you were born, you were born free

That is your privilege

I see you in line, dragging your feet

You have my sympathy

The day you were born, you were born free

That is your privilege

That is your privilege

That is your, that is your

That is your privilege