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William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth 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 cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 get properly handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth 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 cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 get properly handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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