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 Everybody's stepping on their accelerator Don't matter where you are Everybody's gonna need a ventilator, yeah
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 '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 ...