Former Lee Warmer
(DaDa)
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 cover to hide
In this wrinkled bed
No dreams go in and 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 wory 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
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