Dead milkmen - Caitlin Childs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 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 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!