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

To be continued...