Lyrics:

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 word was true
When I was 13, 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
Oh, there's a fire, oh, there's a fire
There's a fire, burning all the time
Ooh, ooh