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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With 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 took from him
As 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and 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 ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the have 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 to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 time for tears.
With 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 took from him
As 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and 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 ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the have 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 to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 time for tears.
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