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
"Sigh 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

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