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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon 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 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 wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your 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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk 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 by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who 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 a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon 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 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 wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag face.
Now ain't the time for your 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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk 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 by a cane
That sailed through the air and down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who 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 a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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