Violins - The Launderer lyrics

We only fought for freedoms that were never out of reach We couldn't tell the difference between property and speech We sided with the owners when provided with the bleach We cleaned the sheets, pink water was released We found a vacant storefront where the barrio recedes We found our fellow travelers Our words turned into deeds We never turned a profit, but we opened up new markets And invented several reeds The edge cuts, but never bleeds So discontented seeds grow the same trees They grow the same trees (The shade trees) There's a tortuous path that old money must take To find its way back to the mile on the lake Thousands of stories have followed that line Come sit by the fire and listen to mine