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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag away 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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
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 are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William with 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 he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag away 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 never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
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 are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William with 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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