Give Em Hell

Wonder what you'd say if you were here
It may just be some harsh and biting joke
But uttered with a love meant to inspire
A self-reflecting glance into the soul
I know that I could count upon a welcome
But what exactly would you say to me
If you knew that I was having trouble coping
With the questions your departure seems to leave?
Well, I think I might know what you'd want to say

"Give 'em hell for me
Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby
You're shaking hell for me
Don't you ever take it too seriously"

Lucky to have come to know you
As much as it pains me to say
It's still too unbelievable to fathom
That we won't get at least another day
Plenty of us left to rally for you
We planned to play for Harper June in June
And as befitting any tribute
You'd probably be slightly unamused

You'd say, "Give 'em hell for me
Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby
You're shaking hell for me
Don't you ever take it too seriously"

Oh, out on that mystery road
We'll burn it down until the morning
And we'll never hear you say
Not even once, that you're wrong

So we'll give 'em hell for you
And we'll dry your crying eyes
And we'll try not to be such a dummy
And we'll give 'em hell
Oh, we'll give 'em hell

Oh, we'll give 'em hell
(Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know we'll give 'em hell
(Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)