Hard To Make A Stand (Alternate Version)

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

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

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 quiet 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
Hey there Miscreation,
We all need a celebration

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