In the Gallery Lyrics

"In the Gallery"

Harry made a bareback rider
Proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer
Oh yeah, for the ACB that was

A fallen angel
Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina
Oh yeah, you should have seen her do the skater's waltz

Some people, they 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

He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London
Yes, and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys
Or strings of beads

He couldn't be
No, no, no, he couldn't be
In the gallery
In the gallery

And then you get an artist
He says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas
And stickin' it on the wall

The birds of 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
Oh yeah, who's gonna be
In the gallery
In the gallery

No lie, he get no compromise
He get no junk, he do no string
And all the lies we subsidise
That 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
Oh yeah, he's gonna be
In the galle-galle-galle-galle, a gallery
In the gallery

Harry made a bareback rider
Harry made a bareback rider