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,
Yeah, It's hard to make a stand

My friend, O' Lawdy,Went to take care of her 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.
Yeah, It's hard to make a stand.
Yeah, It's hard to make a stand.

Yes it is.
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."
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,
Oh, It's hard to make a stand
Yeah, it's hard to make a stand,
I think it's hard to make a stand,