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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked 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
a tobacco farm of six acres
With who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 the dishes 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 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 down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never 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 courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the 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,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most 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 society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked 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
a tobacco farm of six acres
With who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 the dishes 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 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 down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never 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 courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the 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,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most 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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