RANCID - Salvation lyrics

rate me

There's a neighborhood called Blackhawk

Where all the rich people hide I was

down on my luck workin' for the Salvation Army

The shelter is where I reside

Every day we drive in to Blackhawk & we pick up the offerings microwave ovens

refridgerators for the suffering I can't believe these people live like kings

hidden estates and diamond rings I'm a rat 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