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Zanzinger killed Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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 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 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the 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 get properly handled
Once the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through 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,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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 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 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the 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 get properly handled
Once the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through 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,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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