"Give Up The Grape" lyrics - ROBERT POLLARD

Every morning when I suffer the break
Tell my baby I will give up the grape
Other than that you know I'm all right

Far in distance from the late
Co-existence with Polaris and Moraine
Tires and highways in cahoots
It's an industry that cannot complain

I drink myself astray
From shadows of fantastic Middle-Earth
Other than that you know I'm all right

In the service of the sounds,
Sights and scenery of other lives less smitten
Every lookout being cased
Placed in solitude
I bleed a horse more bitten

I hide myself in a dream
From Howdy Doody's terrorist regime

Other than that you know I'm all right...