The things we think we know
About bad days and hardships and not wanting to go home
Walking down Prince's St
Didn't mean much to me
Out of having the time of my life while you've been fighting for yours
And I'll be honest
I don't understand
Where the rhetoric begins and whose land is whose land
You shouldn't have to worry
You shouldn't have to think
Will today be the day
You shouldn't have to worry
You should have to fight
How privileged am I
Birthright and dumb luck
Have me complaining
When I get too much ketchup in my bag
And it wasn't served fast enough to comply with my schedule
And my day
Walking down Prince's St
Didn't mean much to me