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 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 fort 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 Whereever 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