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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
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
We all need a revelation"
And it's hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
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