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 look 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 privilege