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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the 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 criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the 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 criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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