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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a 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 custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office in the 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 on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to all the gentle.
And she done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops chased after and '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 spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a 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 custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office in the 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 on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to all the gentle.
And she done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops chased after and '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 spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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