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William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
a cane that he his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody 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 tobacco farm 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 a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done 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 of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody 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 tobacco farm 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 a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done 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 of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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