another_one_bites_the_dust ethereal She walks wearily down the steet (Is a weary of this song...) Her brim pulled way down low (I need a hat) Ain't no sound but the sound of her feet (Not to mention her scratchy tune...) Machine Gun's ready to go (Oh man...) Are you ready? (no) Hey! Are you ready for this? (I said no) Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? (Yeah actually cause you're going sharp again!) Out of the doorway the bullets rip (Yeah or the entire audiences rips through the doors...screaming in anguish) To the sound of the beat (To the sound of my voice) And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust. (Biting, Bitten, Bited, Yeah I bite) Hey I'm gone get you too, another one bites the dust. (Gone.) Arg. I gotta practice this song... 040507 what's it to you? who go blather from