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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the 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 philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 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 caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the 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 philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 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 caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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