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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office 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 of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
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 other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even 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 who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office 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 of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
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 other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even 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 who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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