Open Up - King Missile

I Wish I had a story to tell

I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man

Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved

I Wish I knew the one about the wise guru

Or the honest Lizard

I wish I knew about the dog that dressed like a cat

Or the mule that walked like rock

Or the tornado who swam like a statue of Carmen Miranda

I Wish I knew all these stories or had the inclination to make them up

I Wish I could sit on soft pillows and drink molten lava

I Wish I could make love to the sky

I Wish I could eat the corn of Joy and Sorrow

I Wish the sky was green and my body was bright blue

I Wish I could talk sideways and backwards

I Wish I could drive the tractor of Innocence and return the the life I never

Knew

I Wish I could drink chocolate champaigne

I Wish I had that Fax Number

I Wish I nothing could mean something and that everbody could have everything

Some wishes come true

Some of this wishes will come true

Others, are destined to become dreams deferred

Shriveling up like grapes with sun tans

But all is not lost

No, all is not lost, not yet

I Wish I had 3 eyes, but of course, I have 3 eyes

I have clavoyant paranoia

I have precogant disetence

I have many other ways of seeing at my disposal

I have a garbage disposal, dinner plans and dog bisquets

I have many many options and a strong sense that freedom comes with in

But I shall never find it

Freedom is lost, Failure is just around the corner and the only thing that

Consoles me is the sound of my voice, and the fact that I don’t cut myself

Shaving as I used too