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William Zanzinger poor Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have after and caught 'em
And that 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 and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just 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
sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have after and caught 'em
And that 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 and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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