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You can't escape our scorn
 * No matter how you try!

Blue-blood, patrician born,
 * Proud and serene on high.

Big-bellied, overfed, Gore-sucker, gourged and red, Swollen with Labor's dead—
 * You can't escape our scorn
 * No matter how you try!

You can't escape our wrath No matter how you try. See! how it blocks your path,
 * Too much alive to die;

We, whom you gouge today, We, too, have found a way— Soon we shall make you pay!
 * You can't escape our wrath
 * No matter how you try.

You can't escape our hate
 * No matter how you try.

Hard seated by your gate,
 * One of us doomed to die.

Think you our hands are loath? Snarl out your final oath, Earth cannot hold us both—
 * You can't escape our hate
 * No matter how you try!

