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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 away 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't 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 by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once the cops 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 away 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't 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 by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once the cops 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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