The Dead Milkmen - Caitlin Childs lyrics
[The Dead Milkmen - Caitlin Childs lyrics]
Little girl, little girl
Come shake this world
Shake it right to it's 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!
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
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
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
Anarchist Saint with a can of spray paint
And a bad attitude
Rebellious girl, natural pearl
So righteous and rude!
Squat-house goddess in a thrift-store dress
Quoting Voltaire
And the end of the day if nothing changed
You're still our Heroine!
They're not looking for bombs
No one's watching the Klan
Our security rests upon Honey Baked Ham!
If the cities should tremble and
The buildings should fall
Caitlin Childs would be blamed for it all
If the cities should tremble and
The buildings should fall
Caitlin Childs would be blamed for it all
Come shake this world
Shake it right to it's 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!
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
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
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
Anarchist Saint with a can of spray paint
And a bad attitude
Rebellious girl, natural pearl
So righteous and rude!
Squat-house goddess in a thrift-store dress
Quoting Voltaire
And the end of the day if nothing changed
You're still our Heroine!
They're not looking for bombs
No one's watching the Klan
Our security rests upon Honey Baked Ham!
If the cities should tremble and
The buildings should fall
Caitlin Childs would be blamed for it all
If the cities should tremble and
The buildings should fall
Caitlin Childs would be blamed for it all