The Power of Privilege

I've heard it said
With great privilege
Comes great power
This is true
But life here is no easy thing you see, okay?

You probably think
We while away the days
Throwing balls behind our walls
We do!
But our privilege is a burden, actually

But even walls as high as yours
Won't keep the fighting from your door
You guys are horses!
Do your job and join the war

Alright, you're wasting your time, look
Well you can keep your seven courses
With your fancy hats and corsets
Your crinoline attire and powdered wigs
(That's quite bold of you)

In minutes minotaurs will mangle
All this gilded dingle-dangle
Roast you on a pit fire like a pig

Ched!
What Horse!?
We came here for their help
And now you're only thinking of yourself

Ah, let 'em have their
Balls behind the walls
These weird tulip dances
The endless clitter-clatter of all these stupid champagne glasses
(You're so mad!)

The dinner pitter-patter, cocktail dress
Table manners, country club, croquet disaster
I hope the minotaurs come and kick your--

But alas! Look at the time
Such a lovely song, now I hope you run along
It's truly been
My
Privilege