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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon from him
As him in custody down to the station
And 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 time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
parents who provide and him
And high relations 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 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 of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even 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,
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 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 the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and '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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon from him
As him in custody down to the station
And 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 time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
parents who provide and him
And high relations 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 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 of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even 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,
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 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 the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and '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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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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