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