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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 were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize 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 of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once 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 on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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,
Take the rag away from your 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 nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just 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 Zanzinger with 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 tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize 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 of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once 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 on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed 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,
Take the rag away from your 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 nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just 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 Zanzinger with 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 tears.
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