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This is a story 'bout a taxi ride I forget
It was autumn in Minnesota, it was rainy, and wet
So I into the first cab that I saw
The heater was on but the just wouldn't thaw

The driver of the cab he had a marked face
He seem too unfriendly, he was just starin' off into space
And he told me that he used to a truck
And that right now he was down on his

We talked a bit about travelin', told him that I'd to the USSR
He looked at me in the rear mirror and said
"Ain't where the Jews and commies are?"
And I I was in for a hell of a ride
My face was calm but I was up inside, oh yeah

He told me he had a dream to go to a place from niggers and Jews
"Austria?," I asked out loud, as I stared down at my
Then he said, "That's right"
He said, "Hey man, you proud to be white?"

I played along him a bit, I said
"What do you I'm not quite sure"
That's when he told me how he admired the Fuhrer
We drove on through the Minnetonka
And the rain it started freezin' on the highway signs, oh

Then I said, "Don't you think it was
I mean, gassin' all them Jews?" And he told me Hitler's
Fault was that he had to go and a war that should have
Set the white man free to inherit the entire as his destiny

Then he started fishin' for a cassette that he'd gotten in
A special class and on it some teacher was talkin' destroyin'
The Jews at last and about how they were all to
For every problem you could ever name

I out my window, started thinkin' about my life
Thinkin' about my children, thinkin' about my
And I how much more could I endure
Of the so naked and so pure

When we got to my brother's I even tipped him a dollar or two
And I was wonderin' if known all along that his passenger was a Jew
I just stared at my in the freezin' night
That's when my came to the door and put on the light, oh yeah

Don't me children, defile your dreams
Our heads are pounding from the sound of their screams
And the blood is still flowing down streams
And it's you who have no right to yourself a human being
Here I am, in a taxi cab a cut rate Aryan

I spent the morning with a man who had death camp numbers
On his arm and I swore to myself I would do anything to him
further harm and he told me wherever you may go
You must refute them if they say it so, huh