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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the of the table
And didn't 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 the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get handled
Once the cops 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 rich parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the of the table
And didn't 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 the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the get handled
Once the cops 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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