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 bitchin'; 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...