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 Im not here, then youre not here
And he says,
call me miscreation,
Im a walking celebration

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And its hard to make a stand
And its hard to make a stand
Its hard to make a stand
Its 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 isnt 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