Jet 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