Answer:
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
First I may be your servant's name; then your desires I may proclaim; And when your mortal life is over hold all your wealth within my power.
I am known for my natural tuxedo and marching
I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail.
Take off my skin I won't cry but you will. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.