| 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
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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 |
