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'
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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'
