Ventilator Blues lyrics

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

• Artist:The Rolling Stones
• Album:Exile on Main St. (1972)