Down In The Well
The Bevis Frond
Letra

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