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