Released on February 10, 1998

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Open your closed mind up to the truth

Your head's on the wall on a plinth as a proof

I hate your kind with all of my heart

Sail on by you'll find it somewhere

Left to lie at the foot of the stair

I hate your kind with all of my heart

Shoot straight through your heart

All of my heart

Left on your own with nobody there

You say to yourself, do you think that I care?

Open arms won't save any tears

I hate your kind with all of my heart

It's fallen apart

Shoot straight through your heart

All of my heart

Fading away under the porch light

Spent all your days bereft of the light

Hate your kind with all of my heart

With all of my heart

I'll shoot this straight through your heart

All of my heart