Song Description
I've often wondered why we protest against companies selling sneakers or clothes being made in sweatshops but are willing to buy cocaine, marijuana, and various other illicit substances that come directly from organizations who are willing to murder farmers, truckers, law enforcement agents, children, judges, competitors or anyone else who gets in their way.
Only "consumers" of these products can dry up the supply by not buying. If we believe that it's immoral to purchase textiles that come from mistreated laborers, is it not the same with drugs? There's enough hypocrisy to go around on this issue.
At least we can try to hold corporations responsible for sweatshop products, but as long as there's a "war on drugs" instead of common-sense standardization, manufacturing, regulation and taxation of these substances, we will continue to see murder as a sales tool.
| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Distressed, Outraged |
Subject |
Crime, Theft, Judgement |
| Similar Artists |
Stevie Ray Vaughan, Dire Straits |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There’s a hunt on for a little white line; claiming victims one at a time
Providing profit for organized crime, building the bank accounts of human slime
Appealing mainly to the nouveau riche who make rock n roll or microchips
The hunt is funding the Las Vegas strip while cartel generals invest blue chips
And some punk dies in the hunt for a little white line
Some are the foxes, some are the hounds; but they’re all running on common ground
Like children riding the merry go round, they grab the ring but it pulls them down
Parked in a BMW along an elegant avenue;
Revolver bullet hits a good wool suit; your mother said it was no good for you.
Just a bystander in the hunt for the little white line
You can have a soiree at your gallery
You can recommend it; it works for you
You can say you’re righteous, you can claim it’s true
But the truth is clear; evident in what you do
And this is what you do
You take the money that your family needs; take the blossoms and discard the seeds
Think you’re an orchid in a world of weeds; believe that you’re one of the less deceived
You say this has nothing to do with me; I’m not at fault if someone bleeds
I’m not the peasant who picks the leaves; I’m not the widow of the new deceased.
I’m not the rifle in the hunt for the little white line
Not the trigger in the hunt for the little white line
Not the bullet in the hunt for the little white line
©2002 James F. Curley