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William killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 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 through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and 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 equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the have chased 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 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 through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and 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 equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the have chased 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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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