There's aluminium cans an' cigarette butts
Lyin' in the sides of streets
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 bitchin', stand around waitin'
But I might be waitin' 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