final countdown


have you read the headlines? have you heard the news?
we're going for it, got nothing else to loose.
and you know it is the final countdown,
won't tell me, tell me now. won't you tell me now where will you be found.

in the past they called it Hiroshima, they called down in Viet Nam,
they called it in el Salvador, now they call it in Iran,
and you know it is the final countdown, won't you tell me tell me now,
won' tell me now where will you be found?

I don't want to be the president, I don't like his job,
kicking back relaxing what really gets me off,
is I know it is the final countdown, won't tell me tell me now,
won't you tell me now, where will you be found?

Jesus was a profit, they said he was a teacher to,
he taught us of a better way of life, tell me now what do we do?
well you know it is the final countdown, won't you tell me now,
won't you tell me now where will you be found?

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thinking about the last days