Come on baby
Won't you show me what you got there
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
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 there
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
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 there
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
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 there
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
I want your salvation, whoa
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