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
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's 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
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
Yes, it is hard

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"
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
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
It's hard to make a stand
I say, it's hard to make a stand