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