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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done 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 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 the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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 your tears.
With a he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done 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 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 the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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 your tears.
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