Ventilator Blues

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break 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 gonna need a ventilator When you're trapped and circled with no second chances Code of living is your gun in hand Can't be browed by beating, can't be cowed by words Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn Everybody walking 'round 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 Come down and get it What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? What you gonna 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 --- Ventilator Blues - The Rolling Stones