Verse 1 One hundred times four makes four hundred, that's true, A thousand times four makes four thousand, true, too. Four hundred – four thousand, Ten times bigger the revenue. These numbers don't tell a lie, Yet we forget them by and by, Whenever wages take the stage, inequality is at stake. Chorus Equal percentages Don't make equal gains. The rich grow richer, The poor stay the same. Verse 2 The math is clear, the numbers true. It works at work, in stocks and wages. Across the world, from shore to shore, The wealthy always end with more. If your neighbour earns twice your pay, And you both rise five percent one day, They can travel to a distant land, While you enjoy the local sand. Chorus Equal percentages Don't make equal gains. The rich grow richer, The poor stay the same. Bridge Real income is what remains After wages battle rising prices. Food and fuel cost the same for all, But not for every wallet. To one, it's hardly worth a thought, To others, it weighs on what is bought. Verse 3 Statistics make numbers shine, Shading what's theirs and what's mine. Even if four-point-five percent May sound just fine, An average can hide the fact That some get none, while others get nine. Some have a bicycle to ride, Others ride a car, long and wide. Final Chorus One hundred times four makes four hundred, it's true, A thousand times four makes four thousand, true, too. But ten times bigger the revenue. Equal percentages Don't make equal gains. Simple math about inequality, Defining our society. History tells — history told: The rich grow richer, The poor stay the same. The rich grow richer, The poor stay the same.
