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

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

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We talked a bit about travelin', 
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told him that I'd been to the USSR
Em

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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 
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commies are?”
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And I knew I was in for a hell of
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 a ride
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My face was calm but I was burnin'
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 up inside, oh yeah

[Bridge]
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He told me he had a dream to go 
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to a place free from niggers and 
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Jews
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"Austria?," I asked out loud, as I
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 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
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 to be white?”

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

[Bridge]
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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 
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fault was that he had to go and lose
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A war that should have set the 
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white man free
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To inherit the entire earth as his
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 destiny

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Then he started fishin' for a 
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cassette tape that he'd gotten in a
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special class
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And on it some teacher was 
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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 
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ever name

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

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

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

[Bridge]
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I spent the next morning with a 
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man who had death camp numbers on 
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his arm
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n’ I swore to myself I would do 
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anything to protect him from 
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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 
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it wasn't so, huh