The Rose Of My Cologne

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