Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy  
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore  
Maybe its me, but this life isn't going anywhere  
Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door  
Find yourself a back door  
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's waiting or what he's waiting for  
Maybe its me but I'm sick of wasting energy  
Maybe if I look in my heart, I can find a back a door  
Find yourself a back door  
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 back door  
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