Caitlin Childs The Dead Milkmen

[Verse 1]
Little girl, little girl, come shake this world
Shake it right to its core
Make it clear the revolution is here
Then shake it once more
Sweet southern Belle, Tattooed Siddal
Stand firm on your feet
Buzzcut sunshine, eyes so alive
Don't you ever retreat!

[Chorus]
They're not looking for bombs
No one's watching the Klan
Our security rests upon Honey Baked Ham!
If he streets should run red and the girls go wild
The powers that be would all blame Caitlin Childs

[Verse 2]
Sweet terrorist child there's a world to beguile and armies to raise
I'm proud to relate that “Enemy of the State” is the greatest praise
Dear troublemaker, tiny world shaker
Never give in
Carry your sign in the picket line and keep a thick skin

[Chorus]
There are borders to watch, we’ve shores to defend
But on Honey Baked Hams our freedoms depend!
If the churches should empty and they burn City Hall
Caitlin Childs would catch Hell for it all