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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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 and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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 that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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 and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased after and 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William 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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