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Zanzinger killed Carroll
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William 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.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a of his shoulders
And swear words 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave 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 even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 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 that all's and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get handled
Once that the 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William 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.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a of his shoulders
And swear words 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave 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 even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 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 that all's and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get handled
Once that the 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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