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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAVE ROTHERAY, PAUL HEATON