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
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