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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace 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
a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with 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,
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 old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 that even the nobles get handled
Once the cops have 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 and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace 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
a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with 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,
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 old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 that even the nobles get handled
Once the cops have 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 and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for tears.
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