[Intro]
Guitar!

[Verse 1]
The businessmen got a job to do
The Eastern world 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

[Verse 2]
I'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the lyrics
They gotta be cool, gotta satisfy the critics
"Signs 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 'cause I'm much too busy
I have to write my lyrics
And I'm waiting for the final countdown
Countdown
[Chorus]
It's just 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

Another solo is coming around

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
We're sittin' all around and we drink our lager
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 bloodstone, 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
[Chorus]
It's just 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

[Outro]
Countdown
The four, three, two, one
Countdown
Countdown
Countdown