Panthers in Crime - Thunderbirds Are Now!

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