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»
It’s hard to make a stand (yeah)
And it’s hard to make a stand (oh)
Yeah, it’s hard to make a stand
My friend, o lordy
Went to take care of her own body
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 said, «Hey there, Miscreation
Bring a flower, time is wasting»
It’s hard to make a stand
And it’s hard to make a stand
And it’s hard to make a stand
Oh, it’s hard to make a stand
Yes it is!
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
I say, «Hey there, Miscreation
We all need a celebration»
It’s hard to make a stand (yeah)
And it’s hard to make a stand
Oh, it’s hard to make a stand (oh)
Yeah, it’s hard to make a stand
Oh, I think it’s hard to make a stand (okay)