(Todd Wolfe, R. Scott Bryan, Sheryl Crow and Bill Botrell)



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 purfume note:



"If I'm not here, then you're not here."



And he says:



"Call me Miscreation,



I'm a walking celebration."



 



Chorus:



And it's hard to make a stand



Hard to make a stand



Hard to make a stand



Hard to make a stand



 



My friend, oh lawdy



Went to take care of her own body



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



 



We got loud guitars and big suspicions



Great big guns and small ambitions



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