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'

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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'

chorus