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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With 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 took him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy 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 time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that 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 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 criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With 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 took him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy 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 time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that 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 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 criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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