Song I Hope Not To Mean When I'm Dead

When I get older and the angels come,
and I open my heart up at the top of my lungs,
and I sing and I scream,
and I whistle and hum,
flap my little arms,
and fly to the One
who gave me life, breath, heart

And the thumb
that I sucked,
I'll sink
down
to the bottom
of the drink
that I've drunk.

And oh, how I'd cry,
but I'll have been sucked dry;
And I'd throw up at all,
if it weren't for
all those deserts I'd drank
--Oh, the mountains I've sank,
in quick little handfuls
just to stand before
another bloody trouble.

So, I sink down
to the bottom now
of my cup, down
and I wonder how
I'm so
Sunk, down
to the bottom
of all I drunk.