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Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a 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 and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
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 killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a 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 and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
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 killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the for your tears.
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