This is a story bout a taxi ride I cant 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 wouldnt thaw The driver of the cab he had a pock marked face He didnt 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 Id been to the USSR He looked at me in the rear view mirror and said Aint 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 n*ggers and Jews Austria?, I asked out loud, as I stared down at my shoes Then he said, Thats exactly right He said, Hey man, aint you proud to be white? I played along with him a bit, I said What do you mean? Im not quite sure Thats 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, Dont you think it was wrong I mean, gassin all them Jews? And he told me Hitlers 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 hed 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 brothers house I even tipped him a dollar or two And I was wonderin if hed known all along that his passenger was a Jew I just stared at my breath in the freezin night Thats when my brother came to the door and put on the light, oh yeah Dont 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 its 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 wasnt so, huh https://youtube/watch?v=Nm_G6sHAOuo
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:10:34 +0000
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