Salvation Songtext / Lyric

SALVATION

There´s a neighborhood called blackhwk 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 pic up the offerings
Microwave, refridgerator for the suffering
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