Count I
Bled Dry
“And the taxman takes his cut before I sleep at night”
Working doubles to keep the lights on while the take-home shrinks every year.
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and blank checks with our money.
The Charges
Four counts. Every one of them in the song.
Count II
Blank Checks
“And the bridges here are crumblin’ while they’re buildin’ ’em overseas”
Our roads rot. Our towns empty out. The checks keep clearing anyway.
Count III
The Files
“They swore they’d show the files, swore the truth would out”
A list of names locked in a vault — and suddenly it’s “nothin’ here to see.”
Count IV
Betrayed
“And I wonder who he answers to — ’cause it sure as hell ain’t me”
We stood in the rain and believed every word. We won’t make that mistake twice.
The Lyrics
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Fire in the Ashes
Words & music: Had Enough
[Verse 1]
Daddy worked the mill till his lungs turned black
Paid his dues in full, never got ’em back
Now I’m workin’ doubles just to keep the lights
And the taxman takes his cut before I sleep at night
They say it’s for the people, say it’s for the land
But I ain’t seen a dollar come back to my hand
And the bridges here are crumblin’
While they’re buildin’ ’em overseas
[Chorus]
Pour another whiskey, let the old flag fly
Faded like a promise and a borrowed lie
They sold the dream in pieces to the highest bidder’s call
There’s ashes on the porch where America stood tall
Ashes on the porch
[Verse 2]
There’s a list of names locked up in a vault
Rich men on an island, and it’s nobody’s fault
They swore they’d show the files, swore the truth would out
Now it’s “nothin’ here to see” and “what’s it all about”
If a poor man did it, he’d be under the jail
But money buys the silence, and the silence never fails
[Verse 3]
I stood out in the rain with a red hat on my head
Believed every word that the big man said
“America First,” yeah, I sang it loud
Now he’s shakin’ hands with a foreign crowd
Netanyahu’s smilin’ with blood on his sleeve
And the checks keep clearin’ while our own folks grieve
And I wonder who he answers to
’Cause it sure as hell ain’t me
[Chorus]
Pour another whiskey, let the old flag fly
Faded like a promise and a borrowed lie
They sold the dream in pieces to the highest bidder’s call
There’s ashes on the porch where America stood tall
Ashes on the porch
[Bridge]
Lord, I ain’t askin’ for a savior
Had enough of those for me
Just a country that remembers
The ones who built it on their knees
[Final Chorus]
Pour another whiskey, let the old flag fly
I’ll keep it on the pole until the day I die
They can sell the land and sell the truth and sell us one and all
But there’s still a fire in the ashes where America stood tall
[Outro]
There’s still a fire, a fire in the ashes…
Still a fire in the ashes…
Yeah, a fire in the ashes…