Let's go!
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
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, look out
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
Hey!
Oh, take it
Bite the dust
Bite the dust, hey
Hey
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, ow!
Another one bites the dust, hey, hey
Another one bites the dust, hey
Ooh, shout!
There are plenty of ways that 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 standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat, oh 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
Shoot out
Ay-yeah
Alright
About This Song
"Another One Bites the Dust" is a menacing tale of urban violence and survival that transforms a deadly street confrontation into an irresistibly danceable groove. The song follows Steve, a cautious figure navigating dangerous streets where machine guns and sudden death lurk around every corner, creating a noir-like atmosphere of paranoia and inevitable doom. Beneath its surface narrative of gang warfare or street crime, the track operates as a broader metaphor for competition, defeat, and the ruthless elimination of rivals-whether in literal combat, business, or life's general struggles. John Deacon's iconic bassline, inspired by Chic's disco funk, creates a hypnotic, predatory rhythm that mirrors the stalking tension of the lyrics, while the minimalist arrangement strips away Queen's usual theatrical bombast in favor of stark, menacing simplicity. The song's genius lies in its contradiction: lyrics about death and violence set to an absolutely infectious groove that compels listeners to dance, creating an unsettling but irresistible juxtaposition. Roger Taylor's precise, mechanical drumbeat and Freddie Mercury's alternately whispered and commanding vocals enhance the sense of cold, calculated violence. The track became Queen's biggest hit in America precisely because it tapped into both the era's fascination with urban grit and the primal satisfaction of witnessing downfall, all wrapped in a package that was impossible not to move to. Its enduring appeal stems from this dark duality-celebrating destruction while making it feel like a celebration.
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