Patrick's Song

I had a dream, I was in school Reading your autograph, pages of green In seventh grade, now like an epitaph Alone in your room With an artist inside of you You died way too soon But I still can feel you, in a circle of friends How have you all been? We'd never die Just go through hell and we group again So button it down So the wind won't blow it all away And pa*s it around, like champagne on a holiday And pa*s it around There's a lot of that to go around