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