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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 all fears,
Take the rag away 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 wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and 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
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and 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 Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 all fears,
Take the rag away 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 wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and 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
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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