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William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who 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 of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, 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 your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who 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 of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 that the strings in the ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, 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 your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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