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William killed poor Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail 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.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for 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 that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail 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.
Hattie Carroll was a 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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for 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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