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
