Songs Inconspicuously About Fellatio: Biting "the Dust"

This is the first part of a soon-to-be sporadically updated series about songs that are, well, inconspicuously about fellatio, handsex, rug munchin' or anything similar. The first band to be studied is a popular one, and based on the flamboyancy of their late and great lead singer, an obvious one: Queen.

*Another One Bites the Dust. The song that inspired this concept is, in fact, a bitter song about how the protagonist Steve can't get a decent blowjob in a crowded gay dance club. Steve, a closeted gay ("Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low") walks into a gay dance club lookin' for some lovin', but every man he find keeps "biting the dust." The dust, of course, is his penis.

He shoos away toothy BJ after toothy BJ ("another one gone and another one gone") until, finally, the rhythm gets to him and "out of the doorway the bullets rip, ripping to the sound of the beat" of the club. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? How long could he stand the heat? It doesn't matter now, because the "bullets" are still rippin' out of the "doorway" anyway, Steve abandoning quality in the blind pursuit of pleasure.

A deeper analysis reveals that, at the song's catchy breakdown, Steve decides to take matters into his own mouth. Fed up with the terrible brain he's been having to deal with, he takes his revenge on his ill-trained colleagues by biting their dusts himself ("Hey, gonna get you too").

Finally. Steve directly confronts the toothy menace, recognizing that "there are many ways you can hurt a man and bring him too the ground." However, he's ready, yes, he's ready for you, and he's still standing on his own two feet, ready to let the bullets rip. You see, you may think you're slighting him by biting the dust, but he's the one who's still standing and you're still on your knees.

Hail to the Queen, baby.