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