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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon 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,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take 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 old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And 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 criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once the cops 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon 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,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take 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 old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And 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 criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once the cops 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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