Hard To Make A Stand — текст песни (Sheryl Crow)

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,
we all need a revelation

Chorus