THERE'S ALUMINUM CANS, CIGARETTE BUTTS
LINING THE SIDES OF THE STREET
BASEBALL FIELD IN THE COUNTY PARK
IT'S 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 DOWN HILL FAST
SOMEBODY SHOULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
HOW HARD CAN 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
SAW A TABLE OF SUITS STIFF THE WAITRESS A TIP
LIKE HE DIDN'T HAVE A NICKLE TO SPARE
WALKED OUT INTO THE HEAT RISING UP OFF OF MAIN STREET
I FELT A CHILL IN THE AIR
B@I DON'T EXPECT THIS WORLD TO BE HEAVEN
BUT IT SURE COULD BE BETTER
I COULD SIT AROUND BITCHING, STAND AROUND WAITING
I MIGHT BE WAITING FOREVER
2003 20
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