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
Yeah, it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand
Oh, it's hard to make a stand
My friend, o lawdy
Went to take care of her own body
But 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
Oh, it's hard to make a stand
Oh, it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand
Yes it is
We got loud guitars and quite suspicions
Big, big guns and small ambitions
And we still argue over who is God
And I say,
"Hey there, miscreation
We all need a revelation"
I say,
"Hey there, miscreation
We all need a celebration"
Yeah , it's hard to make a stand
Oh, it's hard to make a stand
Yeah , it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand
Oh, and it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand