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William Zanzinger killed Carroll
a cane that he around his ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And 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 matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William 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 strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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 tears.
a cane that he around his ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And 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 matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
Take the rag from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William 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 strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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 tears.
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