My grandma told my mama this boy gonna be the one
Gonna have a fast left hand same as the seventh son
Then she lit a candle set it on a rabbit's skull
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
It's a swarm of yellow jackets or crows pecking sunflower seeds
There's a storm is coming I don't need a lightning rod
And I won't be pushed around bowing to mediocre gods
I always bless my food even if its 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