text: The story hit the news
  From coast to coast
  They said you beat the girl
  You loved the most
  Your charitable acts
  Seemed out of place
  With the beauty
  With your fist marks on her face
  Your buddies all stood by
  They bet their fortunes
  And their fame
  That she was out of line
  And you were not to blame
  Six hundred thousand doctors
  Are putting on rubber gloves
  And theyre poking
  At the miseries made of love
  They say theyre learning
  How to spot
  The battered wives
  Among all the women
  They see bleeding through their lives
  I bleed
  For your perversity
  These red words that make a stain
  On your white-washed claim that
  She was out of line
  And you were not to blame
  I heard your baby say
  When he was only three
  Daddy, lets get some girls
  One for you and one for me.
  His mother had the frailty
  You despise
  And the looks
  You love to drive to suicide
  Not one wet eye around
  Her lonely little grave
  Said: He was out of line, girl
  You were not to blame.