Lyrics:

It's my brother, Former LeeAll the mops and brooms keep him companyMisconceived of the familyFormer Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bedNo dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled headFormer Lee WarmerWhen I hear him play in his twised keyThat's the way he calls to meOn a silver tray, I keep the master keyIn every way, he depends on meFormer Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleevesCandle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keysIn an upstairs room under lock and keyIt's my brother, Former LeeAnd after all these years, I've never heard him speakI wonder what he thinks of meFormer Lee Warmer peeks out the windowWhen he feels really braveFormer Lee Warmer waves at his fatherOut in the family graveHe's flesh and blood to meI love him brotherlyBut, I don't want to be Former Lee
Alice Cooper Former Lee Warmer