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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your 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 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 cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed 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,
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 ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your 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 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 cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed 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,
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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