Another One Bites The Dust
Steve walks warily down the street,
With his 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 hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna' get you too
Another one bites the dust
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