Countdown (Remastered 2015)

The businessmen got a job to do The Eastenworld 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 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