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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a he twirled his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep 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 your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a he twirled his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep 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 your face
For now's the for your tears.
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