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William Zanzinger killed Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high relations in the politics 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 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 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 tears.
In the of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show all's equal 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 properly handled
Once 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 warnin'.
And he his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high relations in the politics 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 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 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 tears.
In the of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show all's equal 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 properly handled
Once 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 warnin'.
And he his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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