Salvation

Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation

There´s a neighborhood called blackhawk
Where all the rich people hide
I was down on my luck working for the salvation army
The shelter is where i reside
Everyday we drive into blackhawk
And we pick up the offerings
Microwave, refrigerator for the suffering

Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation

I can´t believe these people live like kings
Hidden estates and diamond rings
I´m a rat out on a mission
I´m in your front yard under suspicion

Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation