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William Zanzinger killed Carroll
a cane he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and him
And high office relations in the politics 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,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
that 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and him
And high office relations in the politics 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,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
that 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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