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 purfume 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, oh lawdy

Went to take care of her own body

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

We still argue over who is God

And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation,

Bring a flower, time is wasting."

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