Tennyson's Gift - text

I’ve got a grudge
I envy, therefore I am
This fear won’t budge
I’m empty, therefore I can
Feel the crystal rush
I’ve plenty, but zero plan
A new rose blush
Roaring twenties, another fan
I saw the Skatelite at Dimbola Lodge
He was looking for Tennyson’s Gift
I saw the militant near the Brooklyn Bridge
He was looking for a dialectical hit

I saw Johnny Grimshaw at Dimbola Ledge
He was holding up Tenyson’s Gift
I saw the anarchist destroying passers-by
He wanted to destroy, destroy, get pissed

I saw Dodgson’s portrait at Dimbola Lodge
Like he was knocking the piss out of Tennyson’s Gift
I saw the Trotskyist on Narodni Trida
He was looking for our future through the terrible mist

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