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

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

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

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He told me he had a dream to go to a place free from niggers and Jews
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"Austria?," I asked out loud, as I stared down at my shoes
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Then he said, "That's exactly right”
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He said, "Hey man, ain't you proud to be white?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I spent the next morning with a man who had death camp numbers on his arm
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n’ I swore to myself I would do anything to protect him from further harm
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And he told me wherever you may go
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You must refute them if they say it wasn't so, huh