Privilege

Maybe it's me but I'm sick of wasting energy
Find yourself a back door
I see you in line, dragging your feet
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a back door

Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a back door
You have my sympathy
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me?
I see you in line, dragging your feet
Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
That is your privilege
That is your privilege
I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free

The day you were born, you were born free
I see you in line, dragging your feet
Find yourself a back door

That is your privilege
That is your, that is your privilege
You have my sympathy
The day you were born, you were born free
The day you were born, you were born free
Find yourself a back door

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