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 was 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 forth

Do I stand beneath a falling building?
Like some 1920’s window cleaner?
Just an architect created pancake?

I was never 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 sweet dream

Down in the well

I remain

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