Countdown - Gamma Ray

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

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

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

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

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

Countdown

The four, three, two, one

Countdown

Countdown

Countdown