Lyrics:

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
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'

Chorus

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'

Chorus