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.