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" [Chorus] 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"
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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"