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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a 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 for tears.
was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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 philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom 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 even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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 tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a 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 for tears.
was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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 philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom 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 even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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 tears.
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