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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William 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 farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for 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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William 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 he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William 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 farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away face.
Now ain't the time for 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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William 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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