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,
Bring a flower, time is wasting»
«Hey there Miscreation,
We all need a celebration»
And it’s hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand