Salvation

RANCID

SALVATION

Come on baby won t you show me what you got

I want your salvation

There s a neighborhood called blackhwk 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 pic up the offerings

Microwave, refridgerator 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