Countdown lyrics

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