Still Crazy After All These Years

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 (yeah); Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust