There's aluminium cans an' cigarette butts
Lyin' in the sides of street
Baseball field in the county park

Buried in a blanket of weeds.

There's a swastika sprayed from an aerosol can

Displayed on the overpass
Drivin' around, it's easy to see
This town's goin' down real fast.


Somebody should do somethin' about it
How hard could it be?

Somebody should do somethin' about it
Maybe that someone is me.


Followed a couple into Ferguson's Grille
The doors swung back in my face
Closed my eyes but I felt the stares

When I bowed my head to say grace.

Watched the table of suits stiff the waitress a tip

Like they didn't have a nickel to spare
Walked out in the heat risin' on Main Street
But I felt the chill in the air.


Somebody should do somethin' about it
(Somebody, somebody)

How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it
(Somebody, somebody.)

Maybe that someone is me.

I don't expect this world to be Heaven

But it sure could be better
I could sit around (*##$in'; stand around waitin'
But I might be waitin' forever.

(Forever, forever.)

Somebody should do somethin' about it

(Somebody, somebody)
How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it

(Somebody, somebody.)
Maybe that someone is me...