HARD TO MAKE A STAND

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 It's 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 And it's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand It's 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 And it's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand It's hard to make a stand