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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace 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 farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
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 that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace 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 farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
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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