Everybody’s Gonna Need a Ventilator

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.

Remarkably prescient lyrics, don’t you think?  “Ventilator Blues,” from Exile on Main Street.  The Stones shown here amid a cross-section of Seventies decadence.  (And, wonder of wonders, Mick Taylor actually got co-writing credit.)