This is a story 'bout a taxi ride I can't forget   It was autumn in Minnesota, it was rainy, cold and wet   So I hopped into the first cab that I saw   The heater was on but the chill just wouldn't thaw      The driver of the cab he had a pock marked face   He didn't seem too unfriendly, he was just starin' off into space   And he told me that he used to drive a truck   And that right now he was down on his luck      We talked a bit about travelin', told him that I'd been to the USSR   He looked at me in the rear view mirror and said   "Ain't that where the Jews and commies are?"   And I knew I was in for a hell of a ride   My face was calm but I was burnin' up inside, oh yeah      He told me he had a dream to go to a place free from niggers and Jews   "Austria?," I asked out loud, as I stared down at my shoes   Then he said, "That's exactly right"   He said, "Hey man, ain't you proud to be white?"      I played along with him a bit, I said   "What do you mean? I'm not quite sure"   That's when he told me how much he admired the Fuhrer   We drove on through the Minnetonka Pines   And the rain it started freezin' on the highway signs, oh yeah      Then I said, "Don't you think it was wrong   I mean, gassin' all them Jews?" And he told me Hitler's only   Fault was that he had to go and lose a war that should have   Set the white man free to inherit the entire earth as his destiny      Then he started fishin' for a cassette tape that he'd gotten in   A special class and on it some teacher was talkin' about destroyin'   The Jews at last and about how they were all to blame   For every problem that you could ever name      I stared out my window, started thinkin' about my life   Thinkin' about my children, thinkin' about my wife   And I wondered how much more could I endure   Of the hatred so naked and so pure      When we got to my brother's house I even tipped him a dollar or two   And I was wonderin' if he'd known all along that his passenger was a Jew   I just stared at my breath in the freezin' night   That's when my brother came to the door and put on the light, oh yeah      Don't tell me children, defile your dreams   Our heads are still pounding from the sound of their screams   And the blood is still flowing down European streams   And it's you who have no right to call yourself a human being   Here I am, in a taxi cab with a cut rate Aryan      I spent the next morning with a man who had death camp numbers   On his arm and I swore to myself I would do anything to protect him   From further harm and he told me wherever you may go   You must refute them if they say it wasn't so, huh