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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show 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 the get handled
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show 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 the get handled
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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