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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for tears.
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