Fast Left Hand

My grandma told my mama
This boy gonna be the one
Gonna have a fast left hand
Same as the seventh son
And then she lit a candle
And set it on a rabbit's skull
She touched a 9-volt battery
To a wad of steel wool

There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time
There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time

I was raised with the Pentecostal
Believing the word was true
When I was thirteen
Got a flat top Kalamazoo
Ghosts started howling
Lightning lit up the dark
Smelt like singed hair
When they ignited Joan Of Arc

There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time
There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time

It's a dimes worth of blues
And a left hand with speed
A swarm of yellow jackets
Crows pecking sunflower seeds
There's a storm a coming
I don't need a lightning rod
I won't be pushed around
Bowing to mediocre gods
I always bless my food
Even if it's shredded wheat
I don't always see the light
But I sure nuff feel the heat

There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time
There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time
There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time
There's a fire
There's a fire
There's a fire
Burning all the time