But you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears.

William Zanzinger who had just twentyfour years
Owns a tabacco farm of sixhundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was snarling
And in a matter of minutes on bail he was out walking

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Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fiftyone years 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 other 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'd never done nothing to William Zanzinger

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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 chased after and cought him
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for nor reason
Who just happened to be feeling that way without warning
And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly for penalty and repentence
William Zanzinger with a six month sentence

Ah but you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears.