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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 cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger 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 of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics 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 of on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder 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 spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
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 cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger 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 of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics 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 of on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder 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 spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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