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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned 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 the air and the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, and distinguished,
And 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.
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned 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 the air and the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, and distinguished,
And 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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