(Todd Wolfe, R. Scott Bryan, Sheryl Crow and Bill Botrell)
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.";
Chorus:
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.";
Chorus
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.";
Chorus
