Incubus — Privilege

[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) [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