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,  Bring a flower time is wasting  we all need a revelation"    [Chorus]