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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
a that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society 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 from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened 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 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 time for your tears.
a that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society 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 from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened 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 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 time for your tears.
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