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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 farm of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And 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 spoke through 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 farm of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And 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 spoke through 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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