Fast Left Hand - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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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