Well I'm down here in the well
Looking back up at the hill
Well I thank heavens I fell
Must look more like myself
Now everyone is so kind
Everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine
I'm on top of the world again
When I'm looking up from under Babylon
I had a home in the fields
Now tell me how far I've been
And how deep was I in
Tell me how I conceived
The vanity to believe
That I would not be outnumbered
By the thumbs I have been under
Now stray dogs in the street