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 wont 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