Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear
And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a perfume note
\"If I\'m not here, then you\'re not here\"
And he says, \"Call me Miscreation,
I\'m a walking celebration\"
And it\'s hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
My friend, o lawdy,
Went to take care of her own body,
And she got shot down in the road
She looked up before she went,
Said, \"This isn\'t really what I meant\"
And the daily news said, \"Two with one stone\"
And I say, \"Hey there, Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting\"
And it\'s hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
We got loud guitars and big suspicions,
Great big guns and small ambitions,
And we still argue over who is God
And I say, \"Hey there Miscreation,
We all need a revelation\"
And it\'s hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
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