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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who and all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
wealthy who provide and protect 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who 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 from 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 destroy 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who and all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
wealthy who provide and protect 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who 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 from 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 destroy 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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