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 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 it’s 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! …