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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With parents 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 matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With parents 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 matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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