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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people 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 sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased 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 happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people 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 sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased 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 happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
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