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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As him in down to the station
And William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and '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 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 face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As him in down to the station
And William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and '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 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 face
For now's the time for your tears.
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