There's aluminium cans and cigarette butts Lying 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 Driving around it's easy to see This town's going down real fast Somebody should do something about it How hard could it be Somebody should do something 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 rising on Main Street But I felt the chill in the air Somebody should do something about it Somebody somebody How hard could it be Somebody should do something 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 bitching stand around waiting But I might be waiting forever Forever forever Somebody should do something about it Somebody somebody How hard could it be Somebody should do something about it Somebody somebody Maybe that someone is me