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
And it's hard to make a stand
It's hard to make a stand
It's hard to make s stand

My friend, o lawdy,
Went to take care of her 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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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 revelation"

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