Someone Is Me Testo

There's aluminium cans an' cigarette butts,
Lyin' in the sides of the streets.
An' 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.
An' drivin' around, it's easy to see,
This town's goin' 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 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 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 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 complainin' or stand around waitin',
But I might be waitin' forever, forever.
Somebody should do somethin' about it:
How hard could it be?
Somebody should do somethin' about it:
Maybe that someone is me