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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for tears.
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 even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show 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 get properly handled
that the cops 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who 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 called in and his weapon took him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for tears.
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 even to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food 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 down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show 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 get properly handled
that the cops 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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