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

Dun dun dun,
Another one bites the dust...
Dun, dun, dun,
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.