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!"