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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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