Rancid - Salvation

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.