Salvation Lyrics

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