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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your 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 talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and '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 through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury 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 Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your 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 talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and '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 through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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