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 wont 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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Salvation Lyrics

Rancid – Salvation Lyrics

Songwriters: Armstrong, Paul / Mccann, Denis / Mckinnon, Roddy / Roberts, Gordon
Salvation lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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