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William Zanzinger Carroll
a that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 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 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 words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a 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 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 the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to Zanzinger.
But you who 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 the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops 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 happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed 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 around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 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 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 words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a 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 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 the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to Zanzinger.
But you who 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 the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops 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 happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed 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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