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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And William 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.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to 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 of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And William 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.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to 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 of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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