Fuck Around and Find Out

Verse 1

I don’t fit the picture on your Nashville wall,

No cowboy hat, no church on Sunday calls.

Vans on my feet, dirt in my veins,

Rust in my knuckles, iron in my name.

You judge the cover, never read the spine,

But the devil learns quick when he crosses that line.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t bark loud, I don’t run my mouth,

But there’s a switch in me labeled fuck around, find out.

Chorus

Fuck around, find out — that’s the gospel truth,

That cross tattoo’s the last thing you’ll see before everything goes black on you.

I’m a punk metal head, but don’t get it twisted now,

Push me far enough, Union County comes out.

Verse 2

I don’t wear boots, but I stand my ground,

Bible verse on my right arm — carved in sound.

I don’t look country on the outside skin,

But I was raised on grit, not trends or trends.

I pray quiet, fight honest, don’t talk slick,

But I’ll leave a memory you won’t forget.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t flex hard, I don’t make a scene,

But respect’s the line you don’t cross with me.

Chorus

Fuck around, find out — learn it the hard way,

That cross tattoo burns right before the fade to gray.

I’m a punk metal head, yeah I live that loud,

But shove me once, Union County comes out.

Bridge (Breakdown)

These Vans stomp harder than a mule kicks steel,

I don’t need chrome spurs to make this real.

Faith on my arm, fire in my chest,

I don’t start wars — but I finish tests.

(Half-time breakdown)

Say my name wrong.

Say my town wrong.

You won’t hear thunder—

Just the lights gone.

Final Chorus

Fuck around, find out — now you understand,

I ain’t your stereotype, I’m a different kind of man.

Metal in my heart, country in my blood,

Cross on my skin, boots or not — still mud.

Outro

I don’t look country…

But you’ll remember me