A sea of violins for the poor hurting woman-abusers
Every time I hear or read an excuse for Mel Gibson or Roman Polanski, I immediately flash to this song in the movie “Run Ronnie Run”.
I thought that my home was my castle
With no one scrutinizing me
No pigs, no lyin’ bitch, no hassle
Y’all are brutalizing’ me
Can’t a man not drink his beer in silence?
Can’t a man not crudely lie and scream?
Can’t a man not control his bitch with violence?
Y’all are brutalizing me
What’s your problem, Whoopi? I used to think you were cool.