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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 birth to ten children
Who the 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 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 get handled
that 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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 your tears.
a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 birth to ten children
Who the 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 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 get handled
that 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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 your tears.
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