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Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of on 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.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that 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 that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of on 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.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And that 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 that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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