Untitled Lyrics - Singles - Peter Himmelman

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