Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust
Steve walks warily down the street With the brim pulled way down low Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, are you ready for this Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat (the dust, the dust, the dust, the dust)
How do you think I'm going to get along Without you when you're gone You took me for everything that I had And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy ? Are you satisfied ? How long can you stand the heat Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust