Fuck Around αnd Find Out

[Intro - mechanical bass, flat] The audacity. [Drill 1 - monotone, rapid, cascading] The audacity of your small talk like it's going somewhere like your cologne means something like your confidence isn't borrowed from the last person who was too polite to tell you that your eye contact feels like a toll booth nobody asked to stop at but here you are collecting attention you didn't earn with opinions on my face on my voice on the way I take up air like breathing at my volume was a personal offense to your mediocre evening and your mediocre mouth and your mediocre stance in my peripheral— The nerve, the nerve, the nerve— [Build 1 - staccato, rising] Loud. Bright. Alive. Much. Higher. Higher. Higher! [Chorus - flat, mechanical, chantable] Fuck around and find out, that's a fact not a mood, Fuck around and find out, said it once read it through, Fuck around and find out, ain't my type ain't my problem, Fuck around and find out — next. [Drill 2 - monotone, faster, cascading harder] The audacity of assuming that my face owes you a softer setting like I come with a remote like "smile more" is a thing that works on someone whose eyebrow already wrote the whole rejection speech before their mouth even clocked you standing there fumbling your intro like it matters like I'm listening like calm down isn't the fastest way to guarantee I won't be and you read me wrong but that's a literacy problem not a me problem not a please problem grab a dictionary look up "disinterested" there's a picture and it's making this exact expression— Nah. Nah. Nah— [Build 2 - staccato, higher] Loud. Bright. Alive. Much. Higher. Higher. Higher! [Chorus 2 - harder, same lock] Fuck around and find out, that's a schedule not a threat, Fuck around and find out, penciled in under "handled" — bet, Fuck around and find out, ain't my type ain't my business, Fuck around and find out — next. [Breakdown - bass only, drops to whisper] See the thing about first impressions is mine said "don't" and yours said "watch me" so here we are and my face did warn you you just weren't paying the entrance fee. [Solo - elegant, extravagant, erupting] OH~ YOU THOUGHT THAT MONOTONE MEANT SAFE? YOU THOUGHT QUIET MEANT YOU COULD STAY? THIS IS THE SOUND OF SOMEONE WHO DON'T NEED TO RAISE THE VOLUME TO RUIN YOUR WHOLE PARADE— BUT I WANT TO! JUST THIS ONCE! JUST BECAUSE IT'S FUN! THE AUDACITY AIN'T YOURS NO MORE, IT'S MINE! TO BE THIS LOUD, THIS BRIGHT, THIS ALIVE, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE WHO BEGGED ME TO DECLINE! AND I SAID— Fuck off~ You ain't my type~ [Drill 3 - machine snaps back, fastest, cascading nonstop] The audacity of your comeback like the first attempt wasn't already dead on arrival like your second try has better odds when the autopsy ain't even dry like standing in my light and asking me to dim is something that has ever worked on anyone who wired their own wattage and installed it permanent couldn't be me won't be me wasn't gonna be every syllable I'm drilling is a guarantee that your theory about me bending was a fantasy you built on nothing sold to no one and I'm the receipt— The nerve, the nerve, the nerve— [Build 3 - final, biggest] Loud. Bright. Alive. Much. Higher. Higher. Higher! [Final Chorus - full, locked, army] Fuck around and find out, that's a fact not a mood, Fuck around and find out, said it once read it through, Fuck around and find out, ain't my type ain't my night ain't concerned, Fuck around and find out— [Outro - everything cuts, one flat line] ...The audacity. [End]