Paroles Relay par Fiona Apple

Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch

Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
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 presenting your life like a f*cking propaganda brochure

And I see that you keep trying beat me
And I love to get up in your face
But I know it if I hate you for hating me
I will have entered the endless rage
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch

Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
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 presenting your life like a f*cking propaganda brochure

And I see that you keep trying beat me
And I love to get up in your face
But I know it if I hated you for hating me
I will have entered the endless rage
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch

Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt on
Turns to pass the torch
Sorry
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport
When the one who's burnt
Turns to pass the torch
Wipe it all away
Wipe it all away
I used to go to the ferris wheel every morning
Just to throw my anger out the door