Ventilator Blues Songtext
von Gov’t Mule

Yeah
Oh, yeah

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting and your butt′s gonna 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 who you are
Everybody′s needs, someone gonna need a ventilator

Trapped and circled with no second chances
Code of living is your gun in hand
Brown bum beating, usually cowed by words
Messed by cheating, ain′t gonna ever learn


Everybody walking 'round
Oh, everybody trying to step on their creator
No matter where you are
Everybody′s gonna need some kind of ventilator
Some kind of ventilator

All you need is a checker green ventilator

What you gonna do about it
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it
What you gonna do?
Don't fight it, don′t fight it
Don't fight it, don′t fight it
Don't fight it, don't fight it
Don′t fight it

Steve Elson on the saxophone over here