Down In The Well

George, another pint of Winter Warmer

See the bubbles rising, that's not right now

Cans and bottles and the guilt of the disposer

I never was one for preaching

You never know who you're reaching

But now I seem to do it

Most of the time

Down in the well

Down in the well

Down in the well

I hold court

Do I stand beneath a falling building?

Like some 1920's window cleaner

Just an architect created pancake

I never was one for running

There's always something coming

Wherever you hide it always

Finds you asleep

Down in the well

Down in the well

Down in the well

I sleep free

Down in the well

Down in the well

Down in the well

I remain

Down in the well

Down in the well

Down in the well

I remain