(m. jagger/k. richards/m. taylor)

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,

Heart is bursting and you butts gonna break.
Your womans cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.

Aint nobody slowing down no way,
Evrybodys stepping on their accelerator,
Dont matter where you are,

Evrybodys gonna need a ventilator.
When youre trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.

We cant be browed by beating, we cant be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, aint gonna ever learn.
Evrybody walking round,

Evrybody trying to step on their creator.
Dont matter where you are, evrybody, evrybody 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?