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 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 And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand <♪> 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 And I say Hey there Miscreation we all need a celebration And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand