former lee warmer
alice cooper
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 out of the hole in his wrinkled head
when i hear him play in his twisted key
that's the way he calls to me
an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
yellow stained ivory keys
in an upstairs room under lock and key
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
he's flesh and blood to me
i don't want to be former lee