The Rolling Stones - Ventilator Blues lyrics

[The Rolling Stones - Ventilator Blues lyrics]

When your spine is cracking and your hands
They shake heart is bursting and your
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, ain't gonna 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 come down and get it

What you going to do about it?
What you going to do?
What you going to do about it?
What you going to 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?

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