When your spine is cracking and your hands they shake
Heart is bursting and your butt's going to break
Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream
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 going to need a ventilator
When you're trapped and circled with no second chance
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 going to ever learn
Everybody walking 'round
Everybody's trying to step on their Creator
No matter where you are
Everybody, everybody's going to need some kind of ventilator
Come down and get it
What you going to do about it? What you going to do?
Going to fight it


Probable line-up:
Drums: Charlie Watts
Bass: Bill Wyman
Electric guitars: Mick Taylor (incl. slide & solos) & Keith Richards
Vocals: Mick Jagger
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Saxophone: Bobby Keys
Trumpet and/or trombone: Jim Price


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