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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And office 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the of the table
And didn't talk to the 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
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops chased after and '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, most 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 deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And office 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the of the table
And didn't talk to the 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
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops chased after and '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, most 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 deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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