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This is a story 'bout a taxi ride I can't
It was in Minnesota, it was rainy, cold and wet
So I hopped into the cab that I saw
The heater was on but the chill just wouldn't

The driver of the cab he had a pock marked
He didn't seem too unfriendly, he was starin' off into space
And he told me that he used to drive a
And that right now he was on his luck

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

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

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

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

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

I stared out my window, started about my life
Thinkin' about my children, about my wife
And I wondered how more could I endure
Of the hatred so naked and so

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

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

I spent the next morning a man who had death camp numbers
On his arm and I to myself I would do anything to protect him
From further harm and he me wherever you may go
You must refute if they say it wasn't so, huh