Hard To Make A Stand

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."
 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."
 And it's hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand
 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."
 And it's hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand
 Hard to make a stand