Rolling Stones - Ventilator Blues


Ventilator Blues Lyrics

When your spine is cracking
And your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting and you 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
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator
Don't matter where you are
Ev'rybody'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 up cheating, ain't gonna ever learn
Ev'rybody walking 'round
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator
Don't matter where you are
Ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna need
Some kind of ventilator
Some kind of ventilator
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?

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