There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts Lyin' 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 Drivin' around it's easy to see This town's going downhill 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 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 risin' off of main street But I felt a chill in the air Somebody should do somethin' about it How hard could it be? Somebody should do somethin' 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 somethin' about it How hard could it be? Somebody should do somethin' about it Maybe that someone is me