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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 get handled
Once the cops 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 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 your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger 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
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for 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 get handled
Once the cops 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 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 your tears.
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