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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the courts 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 after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the courts 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 after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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