Give Up the Grape

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
To shadows of fantastic Middle-Earth
Other than that you know I'm all right

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

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 dream
From Howdy Doody's terrorist regime
Other than that you know I'm all right

Every morning when I suffer the break
Tell my baby I will give up the grape
Tell my baby I will give up the-