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
hard to make a stand
hard to make a stand
hard to make a stand
my friend, o lawdy,
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"
chorus
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,
we all need a revelation"
