The rich get richer and the poor get children
The poor get pity while the rich make millions
Looking down from the top of the City Group Building
I see the rich get richer and the poor get children
The poor get poorer and the rich get matches
To burn down the houses in the Valley of Ashes
Give 'em sixty hard hours for less than he's earned
Is how the rich get richer and the poor get burned
The rich get richer 'til it all gets old
And right around then is when the poor get bold
Here come the poor to your door with the baseball bats
See they just wanna make it out, wanna be a Jay Gatsby
The rich make millions!
The rich make millions!
The rich make millions!
The rich make millions!