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William Zanzinger killed Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed 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 from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed 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 from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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