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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words 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 time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep 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,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words 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 time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep 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,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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