Track byRikers
One, two, three, four 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? Hey, 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, yeah 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 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 left 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, yeah Another one bites the dust, yeah And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust, yeah Hey, I'm gonna get you, too Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust, yeah Another one bites the dust, hey, hey Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust, hey-eh-eh There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad And leave him when he's down, yeah But I'm ready, yes, I'm ready for you I'm hanging on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating the sound of the beat Yeah, yeah Another one bites the dust, yeah Another one bites the dust, yeah And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust, yeah Hey, I'm gonna get you, too Another one bites the dust, yeah Alright Alright