When numbers are just numbers,
you can do whatever you like,
cut taxes for your friends while others you hike,
When figures are just figures,
on white paper and black ink,
you can do what you like,
Cross out, blot out, you don’t even have to think.
But when those numbers become real,
When those salami slices,
dices and cuts become real,
People will feel.
When leisure centres and libraries are shut, the numbers are real,
When the safety net beneath you is cut, the numbers are real.
When your very bedroom is taxed, the numbers are real.
When EMA is axed and opportunities are taken, the numbers are real.