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William Zanzinger killed Carroll
a cane that he twirled his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and 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 tongue 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he twirled his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and 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 tongue 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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