Countdown

The businessmen got a job to do
The Eastern world is waiting too.

They're sittin' on a bloodstone calling you a beggar
Waitin' for another deal in open cars
The presence of the men gives a bad vibration
They're countin' dollar bills and they're workin'
On the final countdown.

Countdown.

I'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the lyrics
They gotta be cool, gotta satisfy the critics
Sign of warning all across the edges
Maybe too pathetic and my pencil scratches.

Meanwhile X is comin' from Miami
Another perfect deal was made in open cars
I don't care 'cos I'm much too busy
I have to write my lyrics
And I'm waiting for the final countdown.

Countdown.

It's jut a matter of time
We're only waitin' for the end of the world
And we got nothing to lose
We're only servants of the monsters we curse.

It's just a matter of time
We can be sure we'll be doin' our worst
And we're waiting for the countdown.

Another solo is coming around.

We're sittin' all around and we drink our lage
Thanks to God we got no embargo
What is left to do when you're looking for pleasure
Somehow we gotta lose the pressure.

We're sittin' on a blood stone, worker, boss and beggar
I don't give a damn, I want my open car
God has turned to money, Jesus is a Liqueur
I'd rather get my record done
And party for the final countdown.

Countdown.

It's jut a matter of time
We're only waitin' for the end of the world
And we got nothing to lose
We're only servants of the monsters we curse.

It's just a matter of time
We can be sure we'll be doin' our worst
And we're waiting for the countdown.

Countdown
The 4, 3, 2, 1
Countdown
Countdown
Countdown.