It's so much easier to die a child
because he knows what heaven's all about.
It's full of angels with white wings
who feed him hot dogs and junk food
that never make him sick.
And there are other angels who wear jeans
with big holes in the knees and no one cares
and they can skate board, very cool,
in heaven, that's what they call school.
Sounds really neat to him.
I push my tears behind my eyes because
who could compete with skate boarding angels?
I just wish I could keep him here
but I can't let him see my fear
of being left alone.
He looks at me and asks me if I'm sad,
I say I think I'll miss him quite a lot.
He says dying doesn't scare him,
it's lying here without his hair
that's totally the pits.
It's so much easier to die young,
all his dues are paid and heaven's fun.