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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