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 nine 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 world was true
When I was thirteen I got a Flat Top Kalamazoo
Ghosts started howling, lightening lit up the dark
Smelled like singed hair when it ignited Joan of Ark
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
This woman, yellow jacket’s clothes, feathers and flower seeds
There’s a storm a-coming, I don’t need a lightening rod
And I won’t be pushed around bound to mediocre gods
I always bless my food, even if it’s shredded wheat
I don’t always see the light, but I sure enough 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, oh, there’s a fire
There’s a fire burning all the time
Oh, there’s a fire, oh, there’s a fire
There’s a fire burning all the time
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