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"

And it's hard to make a stand (yeah)

And it's hard to make a stand (whoa)

Yeah, it's hard to make a stand

My friend, oh 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 say, "Hey there, Miscreation

Bring a flower, time is wastin'"

And it's hard to make a stand

And it's hard to make a stand

Oh, it's hard to make a stand

You know 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 wastin'"

I say, "Hey there, Miscreation

We all need a celebration"

And it's hard to make a stand (hey)

And it's hard to make a stand

Oh, it's hard to make a stand (whoa, oh)

Yeah, it's hard to make a stand

Oh, I think it's hard to make a stand

Okay