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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a 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 booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from 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 parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a 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 booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from 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 parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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