Brother, Taxman, Preacher Songtext
von Margo Cilker

Well, I wish I was my brother
I could light up any room
That I ever walked through
All that matters is what′s in your head, that's true

I wish I was my brother
I′d know what it means to have everything

And I wish I was a taxman
I could go from door to door
Incriminating
All the unlucky and the poor


I wish I was a taxman
I'd know what it means to take everything

And I wish I was a preacher
I could tell you who to love
I could tell you who to vote for
Who to pity and who to fuck

I wish I was a preacher
I'd know what it means to know everything

Well, I wish I was my brother
Now I wish I was a taxman
I wish I was a preacher
I wish I was all those things


I wish I was my brother
I′d know what it means to have everything