Panthers in Crime

Nobody move and nobody gets paid
What have you done with all the money you made?
They said «Sell! Sell!» but there’s nothing to buy
When mom and dad dream they see apple pie
They yell «Eat! Eat!» but the taste has gone bad
Now the ponytail police
Counts all the money that we once had
It’s nothing personal
'cause nothing’s personal
It’s nothing personal
'cause nothing’s personal
Nobody talk and nobody gets heard
'cause money talks without saying a word
They say «Hey! Hey! What else can we kill?
And where should we send the hospital bill?»
They say «Oh, no! There’s no way we can die!»
But for all the money in the world
There are just some things you just can’t buy
It’s nothing personal
'cause nothing’s personal
It’s nothing personal
'cause nothing’s personal
But if everyone’s singing out
And everyone’s dancing now
There’s no reason for standing around
'cause we’re dead when we’re lying down
If everyone’s singing out
And everyone’s dancing now
There’s no reason for standing around
'cause we’re dead when we’re lying down
But if everyone’s singing out
And everyone’s dancing now
There’s no reason for standing around
'cause we’re dead when we’re lying down