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"

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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 s 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"

Chorus

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 revelation"

Chorus