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
And it's hard to make a stand
Yea it's hard to make a stand
My friend, O'Lordy,
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
And it's hard to make a stand
And 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,
And we still argue over who is God
And I say, "Hey there Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is waisting
I say, hey there Miscreation
We all need a celebration"
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
Oh it's hard to make a stand
Yea it's hard to make a stand
I think it's hard to make a stand