I've been considered a girl all my life 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' Ninety Two
Come up with something to make me understand They'll think of something but nothing on their minds The sweet little child that you once tried to hide Slaughtered the whole town, go on and hide
Damn' Ninety Two
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.