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 

 the dust ... the dust... the dust...the dust