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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his from him
As him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once the cops 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 spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his from him
As him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and all fears,
Take the rag your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
Once the cops 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 spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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