[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

Find yourself a backdoor

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

Find yourself a backdoor

[Chorus]

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)

[Instrumental Break]

[Pre-Chorus]

Find yourself a backdoor

[Chorus]

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, that is your (Privilege)

[Outro]

That is your, that is your

That is your privilege