Someone is me

There’s aluminum cans and cigarette butts Lining the sides of the street And 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 Chorus: 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 rising off Main Street But I felt a chill in the air Repeat chorus Now I don’t expect this world to be heaven But it sure could be better I can sit around bitchin’ or stand around waiting But I might be waiting forever Repeat chorus