I've been considerated a girl all my life, A sweet little child with Nothing on my mind. You always told me I couldn't understand, Remember this day cause This is your last. Damn' 92 Come up with something To make me understand, They'll think of something But nothing on their minds. The sweet little girl that You once tried to hide, Slaughtered the whole town, Go on and hide. Damn' 92 The killing is fixed, No soul is alive, Lucky the ones that Came after that. Will know my vengeance, Was all worth while, Think of it now, not Quite a sweet child.