Let The Bad Air Out - Bruce Cockburn
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
Artist: Bruce Cockburn
Title: Let The Bad Air Out