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 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"
It's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand And it's hard to make a stand
My friend, lawdy, went to take care of her own body, She got shot down in the road When she looked up before she went, Said, "This isn't really what I meant" The Daily Mirror said, "Two with one stone" I say, "Hey there, Miscreation, Bring a flower, time is wasting"
It's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand Yeah, it's hard to make a stand It was hard to make a stand Yes, it is
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"
It's hard to make a stand 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