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'
[chorus] And it's hard to make a stand And it's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand It's hard to make s stand
My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her 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'
Chorus
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 wasting' I say, 'hey there, miscreation, We all need a revelation'
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