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William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and 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 from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay 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 Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And 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,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and 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 from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay 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 Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And 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,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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