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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on 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.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes 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 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 to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that 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 for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on 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.
was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes 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 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 to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that 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 for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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