The Rolling Stones — Ventilator Blues

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and you butt's going to break Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream Feel like murder in the first degree Ain't nobody slowing down no way Everybody’s stepping on their accelerator Don't matter where you are Everybody’s going to need a ventilator When you're trapped and circled with no second chances Your code of living is your gun in hand We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words Messed by cheating, isn’t going to ever learn Everybody walking around Everybody trying to step on their Creator Don't matter where you are, everybody, everybody going to Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator What you going to do about it, what you going to do? What you going to do about it, what you going to do? Going to fight it, going to fight it?