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