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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried 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 ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that 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 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 person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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 finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried 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 ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that 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 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 person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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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