Lyric Countdown

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.