Former Lee Warmer Songtext
von Eric McFadden

In an upstairs room
Under lock and key
It′s my brother, Formerly
All the mops and brooms
Keep him company
Misconceived of the family

Formerly 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

Formerly 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


Formerly Warmer, an old smoking jacket
Holes in his satin sleeves
Candlelit puddles, arthritic fingers
Yellow stained ivory keys

In an upstairs room
Under lock and key
It′s my brother, Formerly
And after all these years
I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me

Formerly Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Formerly 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
Formerly