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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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,
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 gave 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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,
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 gave 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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