Ventilator Blues - Gnola Blues Band

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake

Heart is bursting and you butt’s going to break

Your woman’s cussing, you can hear her scream

You feel like murder in the first degree

Isn’t nobody slowing down no way

Everybody’s stepping on their accelerator

Don’t matter where you are

Everybody’s going to 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, isn’t going to ever learn

Everybody walking around

Everybody trying to step on their Creator

Don’t matter where you are, everybody, everybody going to

Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator

What you going to do about it, what you going to do?

What you going to do about it, what you going to do?

Going to fight it, going to fight it?