(M Jagger/K Richards/M Taylor)

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 by 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?