Evil is a relay sport / When the one who’s burned / Turns to pass the torch / Evil is a relay sport
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All my life is on me now / Hail the pages turning / And the future’s on the bound / Hell don’t know my fury
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies / Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies / Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies / Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
You wanna make me sick / You wanna lick my wounds / Don’t you, baby? / You want the badge of honour when you save my hide
I would beg to disagree / But begging disagrees with me / I would beg to disagree / But begging disagrees with me
I’ve waited many years / Every print I left upon the track / Has led me here / And next year, it’ll be clear
I’m sentimental so I walk in the rain / I’ve got some habits even I can’t explain / Go to the corner, I end up in Spain / Why try to change me now?
You wanna make me sick / You wanna lick my wounds / Don’t you, baby? / You want the badge of honour when you save my hide
You made your major overtures / When you were a sure and orotund mutt / And I was still a dewey petal / Rather than a moribund slut
Every single night / I endure the flight / Of little wings of white-flamed / Butterflies in my brain