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This is a story 'bout a taxi ride I forget
It was in Minnesota, it was rainy, cold and wet
So I hopped into the first cab 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 just off into space
And he me that he used to drive a truck
And that right now he was on his luck

We talked a bit about travelin', told him I'd been to the USSR
He looked at me in the rear mirror and said
"Ain't that where the and commies are?"
And I knew I was in for a hell of a
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 down at my shoes
he said, "That's exactly right"
He said, "Hey man, you proud to be white?"

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

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

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

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

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

Don't me children, defile your dreams
Our heads are still pounding from the sound of screams
And the blood is still flowing down European
And it's you who have no right to call a human being
Here I am, in a cab with 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 do anything to protect him
From further and he told me wherever you may go
You refute them if they say it wasn't so, huh