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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave 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 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 the air and down through the room,
and to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and 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 the have chased after and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave 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 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 the air and down through the room,
and to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and 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 the have chased after and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 tears.
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