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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chrome on the tank
Dust on the boots
Patch on my back
Means I got the proof
Crossed that line
You know the score
One wrong grin
And I’m at your door
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t bluff
I don’t fold
Hear that engine
Heavy and cold
[Chorus]
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Say it loud, say it loud
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Bite down, don’t back out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
[Verse 2]
Blacktop scar
On a worn-out frame
We ride hard
No praise, no shame
Steel in the night
Blood in the mud
You want that smoke
Come taste this blood
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t bow
I don’t kneel
When the road cuts deep
I keep it real
[Chorus]
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Say it loud, say it loud
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Bite down, don’t back out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
[Bridge]
One more mile
One more scar
We were born too wild
For a prison bar
If you call my name
Better mean it true
’Cause what comes next
Ain’t up to you
[Final Chorus]
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Say it loud, say it loud
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Bite down, don’t back out
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club
Fuck around and find out
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2026
Duration3:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rock with gritty electric guitars, heavy drums, and raw riff-driven momentum; verse rides a tight stomp with low snarling vocals, pre-chorus tightens into half-time tension, chorus slams open with gang shouts and doubled hook lines. Add brake-squeal risers, amp feedback swells, and a tom-roll lift into each drop. Mix is dry, punchy, and mean, with harsh edge and big room impact., world, raw, electric, rock
Credits
Prompt byZphantomPlays
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dead Mans Hand Motorcycle Club Fuck around and find out Creed ,gritty, electric with heavy drums and raw guitar riffs, world, rock
