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killed poor Carroll
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they 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
a of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take 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 years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes 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 from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded 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 pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they 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
a of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take 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 years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes 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 from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded 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 pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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