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,

Bring a flower time is wasting

We all need a revelation"

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