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 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 

Hard to make a stand 

Hard to make a stand 

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  

 

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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  

 

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