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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie 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 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 emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed the air and down 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie 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 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 emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed the air and down 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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