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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a 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 for first-degree murder.
But you who 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
rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag 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 books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a 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 for first-degree murder.
But you who 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
rich wealthy who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag 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 books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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