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William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie 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 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 from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops 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' 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 deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a of six hundred acres
With parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie 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 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 from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops 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' 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 deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
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