there's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts   lying in the sides of the streets   the baseball field in the county park   is 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 downhill 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 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 rising off of main street   but i felt a chill in the air      somebody should do something about it   how hard could it be   somebody should do something about it   maybe that someone is me      now 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   forever      somebody should do something about it   how hard could it be   somebody should do something about it   maybe that someone is me