Let The Bad Air Out

Judge said to the hooker, "Can you come out to play?

I've been condemning people all day long, that's how I get paid

My dreams are full of criminals frolicking about

Open up the window, let the bad air out!"

Strangled by confusion, my mind is in decay

Can't picture tomorrow, can't remember yesterday

Send out for the Black & Decker and the psychiatric couch

Open up the window, let the bad air out

Traitors in high places take my money, tell me lies

Take a walk past Parliament, it smells like something died

They ask for trust, but somehow I've got serious doubts

Open up the window, let the bad air out

Too much monkey business, like Mr. Berry said

Drugs and oil and money, don't mean nothing when you're dead

At the risk of being subversive, nothing left to do but shout

"Open up the window, let the bad air out!"