Hard To Make A Stand lyrics by Sheryl Crow
Old James Dean Monroehands 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
