Isn´t it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn´t it wierd that a privilege coule 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 a line, dragging you 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´s 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 that 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.