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