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Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And 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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
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 and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
With wealthy parents who and protect him
And 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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
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 and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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