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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll 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 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once 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 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.
a cane that he twirled around his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll 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 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once 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 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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