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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who 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 food from the table
And emptied the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace 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 show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way 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 and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who 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 food from the table
And emptied the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace 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 show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way 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 and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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