“Relay [Explicit]” from Fetch The Bolt Cutters [Explicit] by Fiona Apple. Released: 2020. Track 5. Genre: Alternative Rock.

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 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 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
(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