| 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
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