Rancid - Salvation

Come on baby won't you show me what you got here
I want your salvation woah
Come on baby won't you show me what you got here
I want your salvation woah

There's a neighbourhood 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 

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 here
I want your salvation woah
Come on baby won't you show me what you got here
I want your salvation woah