Shannon Curfman - Hard To Make A Stand lyrics

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 purfume 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 Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, oh lawdy 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 wasting.' And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand We got loud guitars and big suspicions Great big guns and small ambitions 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 revelation.' And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand