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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With 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 from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked 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.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the 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 caught '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 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 in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With 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 from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked 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.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the 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 caught '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 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 in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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