In the Gallery Lyrics

Harry made a bareback rider
Proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coal miner
For the NCB that was
A fallen angel
Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina
Should′ve seen her do the skater's waltz

Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones, uh

He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London
Yes, and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys
Strings of beads
He couldn′t be
No, he couldn't be
In the gallery
No, no
In the gallery

And then you get an artist
Says he doesn't wanna paint at all
Just takes an empty canvas
Sticks it on a wall
Birds of a feather
All the phonies and all of the fakes

While the dealers, they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who′s gonna be
Uh-huh
Who′s gonna be
In the gallery
Oh yeah
In the gallery

No lies, he wouldn't compromise
No junk, no string
And all the lies we subsidize
They just don′t mean a thing

I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures, they′re coming down from the tree
He's gonna be
Yeah, uh-huh
He′s gonna be
In the galle-, galle-, galle-, gallery, oh
Yeah
In the gallery

Harry made a bareback rider
Made a bareback rider