The Rolling Stones
"Ventilator Blues" lyrics

Ventilator Blues

When your spine is cracking
And your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting
And your butt's gonna break

Your woman's cussing
You can hear her scream
You 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 gonna 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
Ain't gonna ever learn

Everybody walking around
Everybody trying to step on their Creator
Don't matter where you are
Everybody
Everybody gonna need
Some kind of ventilator
Some kind of ventilator

What you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do?
What you conna do about it?
What you gonna do?

Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?

Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?

Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?

Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it?