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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops 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 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 criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops 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 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 criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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