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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy 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 of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took 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 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 came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles 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 who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and 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 ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy 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 of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took 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 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 came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles 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 who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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