Alice Cooper – Former Lee Warmer lyrics

In an upstairs room, under lock and key

It’s my brother, Former Lee

All the mops and brooms keep him company

Misconceived of the family

Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed

No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head

Former Lee Warmer

When I hear him play in his twisted key

That’s the way he calls to me

On a silver tray, I keep the master key

In every way, he depends on me

Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket – holes in his satin sleeves

Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys

In an upstairs room under lock and key

It’s my brother, Former Lee

And after all these years, I’ve never heard him speak

I wonder what he thinks of me

Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window

When he feels really brave

Former Lee Warmer waves at his father

Out in the family grave

He’s flesh and blood to me

I love him brotherly

But, I don’t want to be Former Lee