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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his from him
As they him in down to the station
And for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 face.
Now ain't the 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 and took out the garbage
And never sat 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his from him
As they him in down to the station
And for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 face.
Now ain't the 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 and took out the garbage
And never sat 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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