Tar for feathers
Blood for honey
Milk for money
Isn't it funny how it hurts
How it hurts
Trading parts of your life for others when being a musician, and when someone criticizes what you do, and not even constructive critcism, just criticizes, it really hurts.
You never see me make
The same mistake twice
You never see a tear
Coming out of these eyes
You never see me beg
For another shot
And you never see me change
Into something I'm not
Famous last words
Code of honor.
Stare at someone
You used to know
Laughs at you
Turns around and fade away
If only I could see it that way
Kill your senses
It can't be right
Isn't it funny how it hurts
Someone criticizing you, you wish you could just turn around and not let the words hurt, but they do.
Lyrics sound like a code of honor.
Tar for feathers Blood for honey Milk for money Isn't it funny how it hurts How it hurts
Trading parts of your life for others when being a musician, and when someone criticizes what you do, and not even constructive critcism, just criticizes, it really hurts.
You never see me make The same mistake twice You never see a tear Coming out of these eyes You never see me beg For another shot And you never see me change Into something I'm not Famous last words
Code of honor.
Stare at someone You used to know Laughs at you Turns around and fade away If only I could see it that way
Kill your senses It can't be right Isn't it funny how it hurts
Someone criticizing you, you wish you could just turn around and not let the words hurt, but they do.