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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 Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her own 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 Chorus 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, We all need a revelation Chorus Return to Sheryl Crow lyrics |