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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they 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 away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six acres
rich parents who provide and him
And office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 sat once at the 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 the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, 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,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they 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 away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six acres
rich parents who provide and him
And office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 sat once at the 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 the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, 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,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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