Daddy was the local drunk   Mommy was the loosest girl in town   Brother just some two-bit punk   Rode his Harley D into the ground      Distant friends and relatives   Each of them a problem they would share   From the in-laws to the out-laws   Quietly she would soak up their despair      She was one of life's lil' angels   A job that don't pay well   Guiding those to heaven   That should've gone to hell   Was it really worth it?   Only time & death may ever tell      She was the brick   At the base   Of the house   A true foundation stone   She was the colour   And the sound   And the taste   And the rose of my cologne      Cousin Bobby killed a man   Packed his bags and left with Lisa-Jane   Sister was an also-ran   Ran and never showed her face again   Those daughters, sons and uncles   All of them with problems of their own   Professors, priests, policemen   All would use the rose of my cologne      She was one of life's lil' angels   A job that don't pay well   Guiding those to heaven   That should've gone to hell   Was it really worth it?   Only time & death may ever tell      She was the brick   At the base   Of the house   A true foundation stone   She was the colour   And the sound   And the taste   And the rose of my cologne      Finally she decided   Less than half an hour it took to pack   Climbed upon her motorbike   Didn't wave goodbye or once look back      Separations, pregnancies   Alcohol abusers, lovers tiff   Murderers, philanderers   Took them all and drove them off a cliff