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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 in and his weapon took him
As they rode 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 tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he through his cloak, deep 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 cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were in and his weapon took him
As they rode 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 tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he through his cloak, deep 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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