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