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
Southern Belle, Tattooed Siddal
Stand firm on your feet
Buzzcut sunshine - Eyes so alive
Don't 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 got shores to defend
But on Honey Baked Ham
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
Will be blamed for it all