Текст песни Sheryl Crow - Hard To Make A Stand

Текст:

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" [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, 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, Bring a flower time is wasting we all need a revelation" [Chorus]

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