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