There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts
Lyin' in the sides of the streets
The baseball field in the County Park
Is buried in a blanket of weedsThere's a swastika sprayed from an aerosol can
Displayed on the overpass
Drivin' around it's easy to see
This town's going downhill fastSomebody should do somethin' about it
How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it
Maybe that someone is meFollowed a couple into Ferguson's Grill
The door swung back in my face
Closed my eyes but I felt the stares
When I bowed my head to say, "Grace"Watched a table of suits stiff the waitress a tip
Like they didn't have a nickel to spare
Walked out into the heat risin' off of main street
But I felt a chill in the airSomebody should do somethin' about it
How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it
Maybe that someone is meNow I don't expect this world to be Heaven
But it sure could be better
I can sit around complaining or stand around waiting
But I might be waiting forever, foreverSomebody should do somethin' about it
How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it
Maybe that someone is me