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