歌词
There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts
Lyin' in the sands of the streets
The baseball field in the County Park is buried in a blanket of weeds
There's a swastika spray 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 in the heat risin' 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 (ooh-ooh)
But it sure could be better (ooh-ooh)
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
