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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from 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 through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William 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 that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that the nobles get 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 killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from 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 through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William 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 that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that the nobles get 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 killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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