Lyrics
Salvation
Rancid lyrics
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
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 Return to Rancid lyrics |
Return to lyrics-EX