Gamma Ray - Countdown Lyrics
The businessmen got a job to doThe 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' onThe final countdownCountdownI'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the lyricsthey 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 MiamiAnother perfect deal was made in open cars.I don't care 'cos I'm much too busy,I have to write my lyricsAnd I'm waiting for the final countdown,Countdown.It's jut a matter of timeWe're only waitin' for the end of the worldAnd we got nothing to loseWe're only servants of the monsters we curse.It's just a matter of timeWe 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 damnI want my open car.God has turned to money, Jesus is a LiqueurI'd rather get my record done and party for the final,COUNTDOWN, COUNTDOWN.It's jut a matter of timeWe're only waitin' for the end of the worldAnd we got nothing to loseWe're only servants of the monsters we curse.It's just a matter of timeWe can be sure we'll be doin' our worst.And we're waiting for the countdown
