Ventilator Blues

When your spine is crackin', and your hands, they shake

Heart is bursting, and your butt's gon' break

Woman's cussin', you can hear her scream

Feel like murder in the first degree

Ain't nobody slowin' down, no way

Everybody's steppin' on their accelerator

Don't matter where you are

Everybody's gonna need a ventilator, hey

When you're trapped and circled, with no second chances

Code of livin' is your gun in hand

We can't be browed by beatin', can't be cowed by words

Messed by cheatin', ain't gon' ever learn

Everybody walkin' 'round

Everybody tryin' to step on their Creator

No matter where you are

Everybody, everybody's gonna need some kind of ventilator

Some kind of ventilator

Come down and get it

What you gon' do about it?

What you gonna do?

What you gon' 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