Salvation

Come on baby won't you show me what you got

I want your salvation

Ooh-oh-oh

There's a neighborhood called Blackhawk

Where all the rich people hide

I was down on my luck, workin' for the Salvation Army

The shelter's where I reside

Every day we drive in to Blackhawk and we pick up the offerings

Microwaves, refrigerators for the suffering

Come on baby won't you show me what you got

I want your salvation

Ooh-oh-oh

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

Ooh-oh-oh