Relay lyrics

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

I resent you for being raised right,

I resent you for being tall.

I resent you for never getting any opposition at all.

I resent you for having each other,

I resent you for being so sure.

I resent you for presenting your life

like a fucking propaganda brochure.

And I see that you keep trying to bait me

and I'd love to get up in your face,

but I know if I hate you for hating me

I will have entered the endless race.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

I resent you for being raised right,

I resent you for being tall.

I resent you for never getting any opposition at all.

I resent you for having each other,

I resent you for being so sure.

I resent you for presenting your life

like a fucking propaganda brochure.

And I see that you keep trying to bait me

and I'd love to get up in your face,

but I know if I hate you for hating me

I will have entered the endless race.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Don't want to hurt you,

but I don't want to hurt myself even more, I'm sorry.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

Evil is a relay sport

when the one who's burned turns to pass the torch.

I used to go to the ferris wheel every morning

just to throw my anger out the door.

• Artist:Fiona Apple
• Album:Fetch The Bolt Cutters